Damon had another issue with tanning. While there was a time that he had a nice, healthy tan, he couldn't do it anymore, and it was fairly evident in the sun. He wasn't just pale, he was really pale. "So she will be nice and dark, and I will be perfectly pasty. It's the new normal. Welcome to blood cravings, and no pigment."
He smiled a little taking a drink of the beer. It always reminded him why he didn't like it in the first place. "Elena decided she wanted to fix you up," he told her easily. "Enzo is a good guy, and he can definitely cook. He was my college roommate, but don't let that scare you."