There was a line up until Tokyo, but Damon and Elena waited patiently for their turn. They were in a hamburger place. While they slowly moved progressivo, para a frente Damon examined the menu’s on the wall. They had numbers to pick from. “You know what you’re going to pick?” he asked Elena. “Hmm, am I supposed to pick something veggie and healthy?” Elena asked. “Elena” Damon said. “It’s a hamburger place. Not even the air in here is healthy. Pick whatever you want”
“Yay!” Elena said. “Then I’m going for number 7 and a coke”
“Diet or regular?” Damon asked.
“Regular, duh” Elena said a little cocky. “Diet’s for losers”
“You’re right” Damon said.
“Yeah?” the woman behind the escrivaninha, mesa said a little rude.
“Can we have a number seven, a number two, a coca-cola and a beer. And, Elena, do you want ketchup with your fries?”
Elena nodded.
“And ketchup” Damon added to his order.
The woman said the price, Damon paid it.
“Someone will bring your order to your mesa, tabela in a minute” the woman said. Damon led Elena to a mesa, tabela in a corner where they had a perfect view of the whole place. On a mesa, tabela not so far from theirs there were three rough-looking guys looking their way. One of them threw a kiss at Elena. He was rather skinny, had black hair up until his shoulders and a row of piercings in his left ear. He wore a skinny jeans, boots with heels and a tight T-shirt, sleeves up so everyone could view his tattoo of…
“Is that the graveyard?” Elena asked, squeezing her eyes.
“I think it is” Damon said. “What a loser”
A waitress brought their order and Elena attacked.
“Good stuff?” Damon asked nodding at her hamburger.
“Mm-hm” Elena nodded with a mouth full of meat, vegetables, sanduíche and mayonnaise and onions and pickles. She put her finger in her mouth and picked out the pickles. She shivered and swallowed. “You know what?” she said and she took her plastic knife. “You get half of mine” she said while she cut her hamburger in two. “and I’ll get half of yours” She put the half on Damon’s plate and already halved Damon’s burger before he could say anything.
“Suit yourself” he said. “Be careful, it’s a little spicy”
They looked up when they heard a cough. The loser was standing seguinte to their table. Damon and Elena shared a glance and then Damon looked at the guy. “What? You want the salt? Take it, it’s yours” he said and he shoved the salt to the guy, hoping he now would get lost.
However, the guy had only eyes for Elena. “I saw you staring at my tattoo and I thought I should give you a closer look. I took pictures of them and told the tattoo man to make them exactly the same. You recognize this one?” he asked and pointed at a grave. Elena read the tiny letters and gasped. Damon noticed how tears filled her eyes. He gripped the guy’s arm and looked at it. He soon noted the image of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert’s grave. “You sick fuck” Damon said breathing fast. He wanted to get up, but the guy raised his hands. “Okay, I get the message” he said. “I thought you were curious, but no hard feelings”
He walked back to his friends.
“Are you alright?” Damon asked. Elena nodded, a little shaky.
“Yay!” Elena said. “Then I’m going for number 7 and a coke”
“Diet or regular?” Damon asked.
“Regular, duh” Elena said a little cocky. “Diet’s for losers”
“You’re right” Damon said.
“Yeah?” the woman behind the escrivaninha, mesa said a little rude.
“Can we have a number seven, a number two, a coca-cola and a beer. And, Elena, do you want ketchup with your fries?”
Elena nodded.
“And ketchup” Damon added to his order.
The woman said the price, Damon paid it.
“Someone will bring your order to your mesa, tabela in a minute” the woman said. Damon led Elena to a mesa, tabela in a corner where they had a perfect view of the whole place. On a mesa, tabela not so far from theirs there were three rough-looking guys looking their way. One of them threw a kiss at Elena. He was rather skinny, had black hair up until his shoulders and a row of piercings in his left ear. He wore a skinny jeans, boots with heels and a tight T-shirt, sleeves up so everyone could view his tattoo of…
“Is that the graveyard?” Elena asked, squeezing her eyes.
“I think it is” Damon said. “What a loser”
A waitress brought their order and Elena attacked.
“Good stuff?” Damon asked nodding at her hamburger.
“Mm-hm” Elena nodded with a mouth full of meat, vegetables, sanduíche and mayonnaise and onions and pickles. She put her finger in her mouth and picked out the pickles. She shivered and swallowed. “You know what?” she said and she took her plastic knife. “You get half of mine” she said while she cut her hamburger in two. “and I’ll get half of yours” She put the half on Damon’s plate and already halved Damon’s burger before he could say anything.
“Suit yourself” he said. “Be careful, it’s a little spicy”
They looked up when they heard a cough. The loser was standing seguinte to their table. Damon and Elena shared a glance and then Damon looked at the guy. “What? You want the salt? Take it, it’s yours” he said and he shoved the salt to the guy, hoping he now would get lost.
However, the guy had only eyes for Elena. “I saw you staring at my tattoo and I thought I should give you a closer look. I took pictures of them and told the tattoo man to make them exactly the same. You recognize this one?” he asked and pointed at a grave. Elena read the tiny letters and gasped. Damon noticed how tears filled her eyes. He gripped the guy’s arm and looked at it. He soon noted the image of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert’s grave. “You sick fuck” Damon said breathing fast. He wanted to get up, but the guy raised his hands. “Okay, I get the message” he said. “I thought you were curious, but no hard feelings”
He walked back to his friends.
“Are you alright?” Damon asked. Elena nodded, a little shaky.
