“If by plans you mean a table for two at a reputable Italian restaurant, then maybe I do.” Damon wasn’t gifted with extraordinary organizational skills. Planning elaborate dates hadn’t really been his thing except for the times when he had been courting Katherine. He was more the type to just throw something together and hope that things turned out alright. Still, earlier that morning he had compelled a couple into believing that they would have enjoyed an indoors picnic meal instead of dinner at an expensive, candlelit restaurant.
“No pressure, of course.” Though he really wanted to, Damon knew that diving into a relationship with Elena headfirst could result in disaster. For a guy who spent so much time repressing his emotions, he was aware of the way the human heart operated. Even though she and Stefan were no longer a technical item, he was sure that there were still bits of his brother lingering in Elena’s mind.