Damon and Elena were driving into the night.
“Where we going?” Elena asked curious. His eyes kept on the road Damon replied: “Remember when I took you to Georgia?”
Elena gasped. “We’re going to Bree’s Bar?” she asked excited.
“No” Damon said. “Bree’s Bar is gone. But there’s another place I’d like to take you”
He drove further for another twenty minutes. Then he parked the car on a parking lot of a restaurant. A very closed restaurant.
“Damon, what are we doing here?” Elena asked confused.
“Are you hungry?” Damon asked with a smirk.
“Yes” Elena said. There was no point denying; her stomach had been rattling all road.
“Then get out of the car” Damon said. He got out of the car and rushed to Elena’s door so he could open it.
“Damon, this place is closed. You won’ get any jantar here” Elena said, staying in the car.
“Of course we will” Damon said mischievous. He stuck out his hand. “Do you trust me?”
Elena hesitated a few seconds, but then accepted Damon’s hand. “Of course I trust you” She let Damon guide her to the backside of the restaurant. They sneaked alongside the ground until they reached a backdoor. Damon put his shoulder against it and forced it to open.
“It’s pitch dark” Elena whispered. “I can’t see a thing”
“But I can” Damon said. “I can see perfectly” He tightened his grip on Elena’s hand. “Just stay close to me, then nothing’s going to happen”
Damon led Elena in and through the darkness and like Damon had promised nothing happened. It was literally blind trust.
They reached another door and this time it just opened. It was the kitchen.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Damon said. He pulled Elena into the room. “Go ahead. Have dinner”
“We can’t do this!” Elena said shocked. “They will need the comida tomorrow”
Damon pulled out some money and put it on the table. “Happy now?”
“Yes” Elena approved with a big smile. She walked to the fridge and opened it. “Oh, look, chicken leftover” She took the pan with grilled chicken and put it on the table. Damon put out a bag of deep fried fries and put the chicken in the forno so it would get hot again. While the frying pan was heating up, Damon looked for something to throw the fries in. “How about this?” Elena said, showing a pack of coffee filters.
“Perfect” Damon said. He threw the fries in the frying pan. “I think the chicken should be ready” He took the pot out of the forno and placed it on the table. After that he put out the frying pan. “Can you open those filters?” he asked Elena. Elena put out two coffee filters and held them open, so Damon could pour the fries in them. “I think we’re set” he winked at Elena. He took the pan with chicken and led Elena to another door. The emergency exit. There was a stairs, which they climbed, that brought them to the roof.
“Damon” Elena said breathless. The view was magnificent.
“Come on” Damon said. He walked to the center of the roof and put down the pot. He walked back to Elena and accepted one of the filters, then took her hand and led her to the center, where he helped her sit down.
“You’re insane, Damon” she said still breathless.
“I do what I can” Damon said with a wink.