Before You Were Mine

Chapter Three

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Before You Were Mine- Chapter Three-

-Damon-

The brunette waitress looks like she's seen either a ghost or a really screwed up version of a scary movie. Because, she's just standing there, near the table- staring at us.

"Miss, aren't you going to be our server this morning?" I ask her with a beaming smile, watching as she straightens out her apron and her face becomes red when she glances over the four of us.

Tyler's been texting Caroline for the last hour, Matt's got his nose in the newspaper and Stefan and I are smiling up at her with perplexed looks on our own faces as to what the hell is wrong with this girl. "I..Um...I'll be with you in just moment." She replies as we watch her shaking hands grab a hold of her notepad from inside her apron.

She pauses, exhaling deeply and glancing over at Stefan who's leaned over and making fun of Tyler. "You should talk dirty to her, women like when you do that type of crap." He says with a laugh. Only stopping when my foot under the table nudges him and he looks up at the girl again, eyebrows lifting.

"Alright boys, it's only 7 am and you all look exhausted. What will it be?" She asks, placing one of her hands onto one of her hips, looking all four of us over.

"Come on, someone better start speaking up before I start ordering for you." She comments, still smiling as she looks each of us in the face.

"Waffles and coffee is fine for me." Tyler tells her in a nonchalant tone, waving her off as she looks over at Matt, who replies with the same thing. She laughs a little when she overhears Tyler tap his hand against the table, narrowing his eyes onto Stefan as he says with a playful tone. "Salvatore, maybe that's why you just got dumped..Women want to romanticized, not talked dirty too. Take it from someone who knows." He winks, looking up at the brunette with a grin.

It takes her a moment. But, once her eyes are locked on to my brothers, it's like she looses her tough demeanor and becomes intrigued by him.

"What's your opinion?" Stefan asks her, watching as she squirms under his gaze when he looks her up and down, stopping his eyes at her chest and then finally making it to her face.

"Mine? I'm just your waitress. My opinion shouldn't matter. So, what do you want to eat?" She asks him, changing the subject just as quickly as she can. Stefan shrugs his shoulders back, laughing as he looks over to me and then states. "Everyone's opinion matters, always. And, I'd really love to hear yours." He tells her with a bright smile. Adding in "I'll have pancakes and coffee. Same as my brother over here. But, I'd sure like a side of you as well, with my breakfast."

"Excuse me?" She pauses, leaning forward and placing her finger underneath his chin. Her eyes are burning with irritation as she locks them on to Stefan and states in a firm and take no shit from anyone tone. "Well, it looks like we have a comedian in the bunch. Listen, you asked for my opinion, pretty boy. So, here it is. No woman ever wants to be talked to like that..You really need to work on your flirtation skills. They suck and if you think that, talking to someone like that is sexy. It's not. Now, excuse me. I'll be back in a few minutes and I'll make sure that the cooks make your food, extra hot so that it burns your mouth before you speak to me like that again." She replies, turning back on her heels as Stefan and I watch her leave. Once she's gone, his smile fades when he points back towards the kitchen where she had disappeared off to as I shake my head. "What the hell was that?"

Stefan smiles, a gleaming look in his green eyes as he explains. "Relax, Damon. That's the girl. The one I saved the other day..Apparently, she works here. What a nice little surprise." He comments, his green eyes filled with mischief as I hear him laugh, smiling up at me as I think about how much she would have just loved to kick his ass.