She smiled brightly when Stefan pulled out her chair for her and quickly leaned in to kiss his cheek before she took her seat, the host finally wandering off so their waiter or waitress could eventually attend to their table. Elena's wide brown eyes flicked around the restaurant, studying it, her sensitive ears listening closely to specks of conversations as she adjusted and focused, looking to her date. Stefan was hands down the best looking man in the room, attracting quite a bit of attention, but Elena didn't look anything other than smug since he was all hers, just like she was his. "I really thought we would be late. But that was indeed a quickie in every sense of the word," the vampire said with a little laugh, setting her clutch down on the edge of the table and relaxing in her seat.
"Oh...but your hair." Elena bit into her bottom lip and reached out, fixing a few strands of auburn quickly before pulling her hand away. "You look pretty well fucked, Mr. Salvatore..." She could even smell a light tinge of sex underneath his cologne, along with her own scent all over him.