ALMOST IS NEVER ENOUGH | TVD [2]

X • THE NEW DEAL

ten. the new deal

Mystic Grill Restaurant

Bonnie, Elena and Rosie are sitting at a table for four people, the human doppelgänger sitting opposite the hybrid doppelgänger and the witch.

"I feel like I'm going crazy. Totally paranoid all the time." The Gilbert girl vented in a stressed out manner, judging by her mini jog this morning around the neighborhood when she thought that someone, possibly one of the triumphantly satisfied Original's hybrid minions, is closely spying on her.

As their loyal best friend listens to her, their hybrid best friend is watching Damon, who's sitting at the bar with the local AP History teacher, as he drinks another glass of strong bourbon and she seems to be zoning out from the girls as she contemplates their tense conversation the previous night.

Although she doesn't notice another pair of emerald eyes watching her from the other end of the local restaurant near the back door of the large room.

"You have a right to be. Klaus is still out there and he knows you tried to kill him. Right, Rosie?" The supportive Bennett girl sees that the hybrid isn't paying attention to either of them, which is so unlike her, really, "Rosie."

Rosie looks away from Damon, who's definitely aware of her familiar big hazel eyes watching him at the bar almost the entire time the two pair of best friends are talking to each other at the table about their day, "Right."

"Then why hasn't he made a move? There has been no sign of him. Nothing. Just my slow spiral into insanity." The older senior complained, tired.

"Join the club. Every time I close my eyes, I have that nightmare. On repeat." The seventeen-year-old senior reported to her best friends.

"The same dream?" Rosie asked in concern as she looks at the witch.

Bonnie nods, "Yeah! Four coffins, Klaus is in one of them. It's weird."

"It's spooky." Their innocently human best friend added on realistically.

"But the overall question is: why?" The genuinely curious hybrid spoke.

"Why am I sober to talk about my paranoid issue?" Elena raises her hand to call a waiter over — the same young man with the emerald eyes and messy light brown hair, who turns out to be a local waiter, walks up to their table.

"You sounded like Caroline." Their witch best friend recognised, smiling.

Elena smiles in return and looks up at the patient waiter, who's staring at the insecure hybrid doppelgänger, "Hey. Um, can I get a bottle of beer?"

"Sure. One bottle of beer. Ladies?" He asked the other two, smiling at them.

"Uh, make that two." Bonnie ordered, smiling hesitantly at him in return.