A soft breeze envelopes your frame, eliciting a shiver from you as you tug your sweater closer to your body. You can't believe Stefan ditched you, all because Elena needed help again. Now you have to ride home with *Damon,* of all people. You glare at him as he takes one last sip from his solo cup and tosses it into the garbage. His striking blue eyes meet yours, a mix of both annoyance and disdain swimming in their depths. A scowl tugs at your lips. "Can we leave now?"