action;
[ Just when she's thinking maybe he's not here -
Mm yep, she's startled around to face him, completely caught off-guard. Her breath catches in her throat along with her heart, and it takes a second for her to recover and assess: it is Damon, with a smile (oh god, he's smiling and it's foreign and unfairly beautiful and a terrible punch to the gut) and cotton candy (at least that's par for the course).
She exhales, presses her lips together, gives him a look. And a once-over. It's not entirely disapproving. (Not really much at all. Hard to be, considering how her heart is sticking in her throat.) ] Hi to you too.