[ When Eric decides to amble over, Elena's deciding on eating her bagged lunch on the go. Maybe during a walk around the park or something? (She's the best at finding things to do alone in her thoughts and troubles. Mostly, she's been turning this talking to Damon thing over and over in her mind with no real purpose. Nothing changes; there are no epiphanies, no different or better ways to do it.)
Amazingly enough, she doesn't spot Eric until he's more or less in front of her. It takes her a awhile to get to noticing the sunglasses (how ironic) considering he's a viking and that's a lot of torso to look up.
So she's mildly surprised at his height, despite Sookie's consistent description of a viking in regards to Eric.
But she moves past that quickly, simply because Eric being polite isn't something entirely sincere, and she's of the belief that both know this. ] A pleasure. [ Take that however you'd like: wry disbelief, as a polite, mutual sentiment to his own. It's meant something like both. ] I thought you slept during the day.