@Phoebestark11 He shook his head, motioning for her to sit. An apologetic look crossing his features for seeming to misplace his manners. “Not at all.”
“And you think coming here is where you’ll find it?” Now interested as he leaned forward. “Last time I checked, we don’t have a pack of —
@prettiestdoppel Almost? Allow him to up the anti. He might of gotten some form of slight enjoyment tormenting her.
His head slightly tilts up as he looked at her again, “What can I say, you really bring it out in me.” With a dulled look on his features, he almost have her an eye roll. “You —
@Phoebestark11 His brows furrowed as he watched her, “Ah, Marcel.” His lips pressed into a tight grin. “And what exactly does Marcel want you here for?” He was just curious.
@OfHisBloodline Seriously. He knows exactly what he was talking about, how or why would he forget?
He gave a faux look of trying to remember. “Yeah, sorry. It’s a no for me.”
@Phoebestark11 He gazed down to her hand before he politely took her’s. Having a gentle, but firm grip as he shook her hand.
“Stefan, Stefan Salvatore.” He studied the small blonde before him with a tight grin. “Now we have.” He leaned back in his seat after releasing her hand. “New in town?”