Stefan was thanking every lucky star in the sky when Rosalie kept chatting over the silences. Talking had never been his forte, not really, not like this, so he was more than happy to listen to her. “Oh to be young and twenty-ish,” he couldn’t help but mutter, but mostly he was surprised that there was a time where Bellum was normal. People had been quick to assure him that the recent event was a new one, but also that other odd things happened every once in a while. For there to be a quiet period of a few months gave him a slight start but it was quickly pushed away when she turned the question on him.
“Oh… just a few weeks,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. It had felt like just yesterday but it had been a while. “Wasn’t really on planning on staying long. Usually move around a bit. Couple of days usually.” That was all that this was supposed to be. Just a few days and then he’d be on the move. “I dunno. Maybe I’ll skip out soon. She’s really…” He let out a soft Romanian curse under his breath and shook his head. “I’m just pissing her off. She’ll get over it.” He was sure of that.
“So in between Bellum round one, and Bellum round two, where’d you go? Or should I be saving the questions when we’re actually at the restaurant?” He glanced out their windows. It wasn’t much longer.