[ elena's just glad they can start somewhere. bonnie has a point about the class elena hadn't thought of before. even if witches are different in sam's world, if he has them, maybe there's something he could know...
elena retrieves an extra notebook and pen, but pauses pulling them out of her bag at bonnie's comment about sam. her expression blanks some, and her eyes seek him out at the head of the class. she feels a small smile forming on her lips: it's not exactly genuine because she hasn't actually told bonnie or caroline about... whatever tentative thing has been going on between her and sam. ] Yeah. Yeah, he is.
[ she offers the notebook and pen to bonnie. for a moment she plans to leave it there, let a familiar, comfortable silence fill the space between them, but it's bonnie. ] He actually, uhm - kissed me the other day. We're... friends.