Caroline | Stefan
"I know. Wherever she is, she is probably wanting to slap me right now," Caroline teased. "Even if I mean it as the highest compliment possible." After all, Stefan had already lived so many lives, seen so many things, long before Caroline was even born. Obviously, Caroline was far more travelled than when she first met Stefan, but she still appreciated everything he'd been a part of.
Feeling Stefan's hand on the small of her back as he leaned in to speak to the bartender made the smile on Caroline's face grow. It was such a small gesture, but such an intimate one too. He showed possession and while Caroline would never belong to anyone, she liked the small gestures that firmly showed the world that she was with Stefan. That this was where she belonged.
As the bartender set off to make their drinks, Caroline gave him a nod of approval. "Look at you stepping outside your comfort zone. I so approve," Caroline replied, squeezing his hand gently. "Of course, I might regret saying that if the drinks taste terrible."
But they did look attractive. Caroline watched as the bartender set two drinks down on the counter before them. Like this place, they looked fancy and expensive. Picking one of the cocktails up in her free hand, the vampire held it up. "Fancy. Wow. So, I know it isn't midnight quite yet, but should we drink to something?"