Brooke flicked her hair over her shoulder, using the opportunity to glance back and search the counter area for Damon and his reaction to seeing her flirting with the guy. But he wasn't there. He was already half way out the door. She wondered whether he'd seen her at all, but when she concentrated on the bond she could tell he had - she could tell it had upset him.
Forgetting all about the (very confused looking) guy and her mocha, Brooke stood up quickly and hurried out of the coffee shop after Damon. "Hey," she called once she was on the street outside, watching the back of his retreating leather jacket. "Damon?"