"Mmm, sanku," she said, putting the money on her night table, sure she would find it somewhere in the kitchen the next time she looked. Cole had a fasination with money, especially the modern variaty.
She still wasn't sure if he was a demon or a lost spirit, but given his love of money and chocolate, she had a feeling he was simply a boy who had long lost his way.
She curled up against Damon, her hand resting against his chest. He was cold...just barely so, his heart slow. "You didn't drink coffee," she teased. Damon wasn't the sort to play pretend like his brother, so it wasn't unusual to find him colder and more...dead then Stefan, but it still amused her.
She had spent so long denying that ghosts and monsters existed, that the scientist in her wanted to poke him, to see how he existed, how it all worked. Her brain wanted to make sense of what it couldn't.
She cursed as a ding from her cellphone startled her out of her thoughts and she hit a button on the face, a young girl in victorian dress appearing.
"You have three appointments today!" the girl said cheerily, before squinting, the camera of the phone audible as it moved. "And a vampire in your bed."