Damon and Felicity made their way over to a booth towards the back of the establishment. They shed their jackets before they sat down on opposite sides of one another. As they sat down, a waitress came over to take their order. "Hi, what can I get for you?" she asked.
"Just a coffee, please." Felicity replied. Damon seconded her order. The pair turned to face one another after the girl left to retrieve their order. A moment finally settled over them as they absorbed each other's presence. Unable to take the silence anymore, Felicity leaned forward and let loose a series of questions in rapid fire. "How are you here? How are you alive? It has been almost a hundred and fifty years. Where have you been this entire time?" She asked. She spoke so fast that she had unknowingly reverted to their native tongue. The sound of Italian flowing out of her filled him with a warmth he didn't know he was missing.
"I could ask you the same thing. Everyone I had spoken to told me you were dead." Damon paused briefly before continuing. "At first, I did not believe it until I saw your grave."
Felicity froze after realizing he had been to Europe looking for her. "You were in Italy? When?" she asked.
"Shortly after, I turned. I went looking for you. I went to your family's estate, but the servants told me you had married and moved away. I made it your husband's estate; that was when I learned you had passed. Or well believed to have passed. Cause here you are." Damon explains.
"I was here," she says so quietly that he almost didn't hear her. "I wanted to see you. So, I made the journey here to Mystical Falls to come see you. I, too, ended up standing over your grave. Yours's and Stefan's." Felicity says this after a moment. Silence falls over the two as a realization falls over them. They had missed one another during their travels to see each other. If he had waited a week or even a couple of days, he probably would have seen her. He would have known she was alive the entire time. They could have spent the last century and a half together. Damon released a chuckle. "What a pair we are." Damon mutters sarcastically in English before switching back to Italian. "Who turned you?" he asks.
Felicity responds with a shrug before replying. "I don't know. I was attacked one night, and I woke up in the woods." She pauses to take a sip of her coffee. Not that she needed it. "Whoever it was, they fed me their blood, because when I woke up, I was completely fine. To be honest, I felt like I had lost my mind because I knew I had been injured but didn't have a wound. The real confirmation was when I fell down the stairs and snapped my neck. I woke up in a coffin. Buried. Under ground." Damon processed what she just told him. "What about you? Who turned you?" Felicity inquired. Damon chuckled humorlessly. "Now that is a long story for another time with something a lot stronger than coffee. Unless you ordered an Irish coffee and didn't tell me." Felicity smiled.
"Another time then." Damon gave a slight nod as a small smile graced his lips. "So where have you been all this time? Surely you haven't spent the last century and a half in Mystic Falls?" she asked.
Damon leaned forward, adjusting in his seat. "No, I have been all over North America and some of Europe. What about you?" Damon wanted to keep the conversation focused on her life. He wanted to know all about her and what she had been up to.
"After returning to Italy in 1864, I stayed in Europe until 1945. I haven't been back since. I figured since I spent a little over a century in Europe, I would stay in the west for the time being." He nodded along. "Well, I'm sure there are some stories in there." He inquired, trying to get more out of her.
"Oh, most definitely. And I will tell you more about them when your friends aren't eavesdropping on our conversation." Felicity looked over at the group lingering near the bar. "Well, if you can call them your friends, some of them don't seem to like you, much less be your biggest fans. And I think I saw one of them give you the stink eye." Damon rolled his eyes. "We're not friends. Those are Stefan's friends. They're really hard to get rid of. Like a roach."
Felicity laughed. "Damiano, don't be mean." She looked back over at the group. "I'm sure they can't be that bad." Damon rolled his eyes again with a slight shrug of the shoulder. "If you say so, besides, they don't speak Italian. So, it's not like they can understand us," he retorts.
Felicity gave Damon a look with a quirk of her eyebrow and said, "Come on. Are you seriously going to pretend like you don't hear Stefan translating for them?" Damon shrugs. Not really caring if the Scooby gang was eavesdropping on his conversation. All he cared about at this moment was Felicity.
"Ignore them. Felicita, it's just us here." Damon reaches forward to grab her hand and holds it in both of his. "Let us will the world away just like we used to as children." He offers her a smile. Felicity smiles and releases a chuckle after shooting Stefan a quick look, saying 'you've been caught' before turning back to Damon and giving him her full prompt attention.
Before they knew it, they spent the last two hours talking about anything and everything, their coffees forgotten between them. The girl named Sara made her way over to their table, "Hey Felicity, we're getting ready to head out." She informs them.
"Alright. Give me a minute. I'll be right there." Felicity tells her. Sara nods her head with a simple, you got it, before she walks away. Felicity can see the others gathering by the door, ready to go. She looks back at him, "I guess it's time for us to go." She says, reluctant to get up from the table.
As much as he doesn't want her to go, Damon gets up while grabbing his jacket. "Let me walk you out." he offers. After she gets up, Damon takes Felicity's jacket in hand to assist her in putting it on. She slides in one arm and then the other before he slides the jacket up and over her shoulders. He runs his hands down her arms as she turns around slowly. They're so close to one another, they can see the details in their matching blue eyes. "After you." Damon gestures to the exit, escorting her down to the group. The two linger for a bit, lost in their thoughts and reluctant to say goodbye. Neither noticed Stefan eyeing both of them before making his presence known.
"We should have a dinner party." Stefan states matters factually and loudly. This statement alone jolted Damon back to reality. He whips around to look at his brother with a bewildered look on his face before exclaiming, What!? Before Damon could protest any further, Blondie jumped in, agreeing with his brother's statement.
"That's a great idea." Caroline stated excitedly. "We can all get to know one another, and maybe we can show you guys around town, if you like." Caroline continued to make hypothetical plans for her friends and the newcomers.
"You know, Caroline, that sounds like fun." Stefan says this before turning to the group, still looking a little confused as to where this one invitation is coming from. "For how long will you be in Mystic Falls?" Stefan asks the family matriarch. "Oh, only for a couple of weeks." Moira replies. "Great, so tomorrow night? That is, if you don't have any prior engagements. We would gladly host you and your family."
"Oh, no. That's not necessary." says Oliver, jumping into the conversation, trying to get out of the invitation and away from the group of locals. "Please, I insist. It will be fun," reassures Stefan. Stefan looks to the family matriarch, knowing if he wins her over, the rest will follow.
"Sure. Why not?" agrees Moria, "sounds like fun." Stefan gleams at the approval. "Great, excellent. We will be in touch with the details for tomorrow night." Stefan informs them.
"Sounds like a plan." Say Moira before throwing a glance towards her husband. "Wonderful." Walter agrees with his wife while he wraps an arm around her in a sign of silent support.
"Can't wait," remarks Oliver. All the while, Felicity and Damon stood there too stunned to participate in the conversation. After bidding each other farewell, Felicity and the group walk out of the grill, leaving Damon and the others loitering in the entryway. Damon spoke for the first time since Felicity, and he left the table. "Stefan, what was that?" he asks.
"What was what?" aloofly states Stefan. Damon gives him a deadpan look. "You know what?" He gestures towards the door that Felicity and her friends just walked out of. "Why did you invite them over for dinner?" questions Damon.
"Oh, come on, Damon. What's the big deal? We are simply having dinner with an old friend, our current friends, and some guests over for dinner." Say it to Stefan in a vaguely reassuring tone, like it is the most obvious thing ever. Annoyed with his brother's decision, Damon decided not to question him anymore. Damon decides to just go home and avoid the twenty questions headed his way. After getting home, he grabbed a drink and spent the remainder of the day lost in the memories of his childhood. As the evening progressed, he warmed to the idea of spending the evening with Felicity, even if it was in the company of other people. A warmth caressed his heart at the idea, and he couldn't wait for tomorrow night and what the night had to offer.
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AN: Here you go. I think this story bit be a little longer than I was expecting. Who knows.