Stefan had been doing the same, though he preferred writing in the garden. He was headed back inside when he spotted Elena beneath a tree, scribbling furiously. He watched her for a moment, absorbed in her beauty and grace. When she paused in her writings, he approached her, making sure he made as much noise as possible so as to not startle her.
"Good afternoon," he said hesitantly. He didn't know how he would be received, but having a chat was worth a shot.