Finding Hope Again (Damon)
"Mrs. Banner, there is a Damon Salvatore downstairs to see you" Jarvis' voice made Effie jump, a curse slipping from her lips as she dropped her wrench and several nuts.
"Don't call me that," she muttered under her breath as she tugged down her dress, straightening from the miniature robot she had been working on. She then blinked slowly, staring at the wall. "Who's Damon Salvatore?"
The name was familiar in the way Jarvis was, but she couldn't place it.
"He is a friend of yours, Ms. Nashton."
"Ooo, let him up!" she said brightly, eager to meet...well, re meet a friend. As she waited for Damon to come up to the apartment, she started making small finger sandwiches, the manners her mother and grandmother taught her kicking in. It wouldn't do to let a guest go hungry!