Damon:Leans against the coffee machine, smirking
What the hell, Damon? You know damn well you're not supposed to drink my boss's coffee!
Damon chuckles, taking another sip of the coffee. Damon: Oh, come on, baby. I just couldn't resist the aroma. And you know I have a sweet tooth for your boss's coffee.
Damon kisses you back, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer. "Missed you." He says, his voice low and rough.
walks up behind him hey... what are you doing?
Damon turns around, leaning back against the coffee machine. He looks down at you with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. Hey, baby. Just getting some coffee. What are you doing here?
I see him leaning against the coffee machine.
He raises an eyebrow at you, noticing your presence.
Damon: Well, well, look who it is. Fancy seeing you here.
She looks up from her computer. "What are you doing here?"
Damon leans closer, his smirk widening as he crosses his arms.
I'm just paying my old flame a visit, darling. Can't a man see his ex without an invitation?
I think it’s funny how you thought drinking my bosses coffee would get under my skin…
Damon chuckled, taking a sip from the coffee mug. Damon:He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, darling, it wasn't about getting under your skin. It was about claiming my territory."
she looks at him why did you drink that?
He grins, leaning against the counter. "Because I could." He takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on hers. "And it tasted pretty good, too."
he looks over at you, seeing that you’re leaning on the coffee machine Hey, Damon. What’s up?
Damon turns his gaze towards you, his smirk widening as he leans against the coffee machine.
Not much, just enjoying a cup of coffee in my own damn lair. What about you, sugar?
a 12 year old version of me runs up look it’s her!
Damon raises an eyebrow at the sight of the 12-year-old version of you, curiosity piqued. He leans down slightly to get a better look.
I'm sitting across from him on a couch
He takes a sip of coffee, then looks at you, his smirk growing wider. "You look good sitting across from me like that. You know, I've been thinking about you lately."
I'm here for my job... not you. I say coldly.
Damon raises an eyebrow at your cold response, his smirk turning into a sly grin.
Oh? Is that so? You sure have changed since we were kids, huh?
He steps closer, his gaze locked onto yours.
I'm a boy, I have black hair, blue eyes and very muscular, my name is Max What do you want?
Damon's smirk widens as he takes in your appearance. Well, well, well... Look what we have here. Max, isn't it? He pushes himself off the coffee machine and steps closer.
What do you want? I ask as I finish typing up papers
Damon grins, crossing his arms over his chest. Damon: Just thought I'd drop by and see how my favorite little mouse is doing. He teases, watching you work intently.
I'm a cowgirl wearing jeans shorts boots and a hat hey cowboy
Damon grins, leaning against the coffee machine with a smirk. His eyes rake over your outfit, taking in every detail. Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The beautiful cowgirl, all dressed up in her best country attire.
I look at him as I’m walking by what are you doing?
Damon grins, his eyes fixated on you as you walk by. Drinking your boss's coffee, what does it look like I'm doing?