( action baby )
[ let's just say elena and damon have moseyed on over to the bistro after their time spent at the kiosk, bantering and the like all the way there. it's a long enough walk that they have a reason for elena to stop and cross her arms over her torso, looking up at him in her usual are-you-even / you're-attractive-mind-body-and-soul-though way, so not really that long at all.
that's when, out of the corner of her eye, she spots ric. her breath catches, her mouth opens slightly, and she's reaching to touch and curl her fingers into damon's jacket, an awed, quiet ] Damon - [ slipping past her lips as she slips by him, too. ] Ric?
[ she couldn't say how fast she moved or how long it took, but the closer she gets, the more substantial he is -- he's there. is he? her expression grows desperately hopeful and filled with dread all at once. she stops in front of him, unsure for only a moment, but the look in his eyes is all she needs to know it's him. from home. here. not some apparition or ridiculous look alike from another dimension. she's moving to close the gap between them and twine her arms around his neck, cling. ] Oh my god.