Since the ball, Elena's relationship with Klaus had taken something of an unexpected turn. He'd requested that she be a sort of moral compass, ensuring that he didn't cross too many lines in his quest to regain control of the city. And she'd agreed to those terms. But she hadn't expected to start falling for him. Faster than she would have thought possible.
He could be rather charming when he wanted to be, after all. And apparently he wanted to be very charming with her. While New Orleans would never be as cold as she was used to in the winter, it was a good deal cooler than the summer months, much better suited to the holiday season.
Elena had convinced Klaus to allow an afternoon out and, if she wasn't by herself, at least he had given her a bit of space while she shopped for Christmas presents. Davina had been easy enough. Rebekah, too. Even Kol. But she was hemming and hawing as she tried to decide on something for Klaus, caught between some art supplies and a bottle of vintage bourbon. She had a feeling he would appreciate either. But she should choose one or the other.
Sensing his eyes on her, she turned to meet his gaze. "Five more minutes?" Elena questioned, well aware he would be able to hear her, even at a bit of a distance. Hopefully he hadn't seen what exactly she'd been studying.