The notebook lay on the table in front of her, as she tapped the pencil lightly against the page. The cafe was quiet, a change from the normally busy Grill she went to, but she needed quiet in order to work on her story.
At the sound of the familiar voice, the brunette look up, a grin forming on her face. "Oh this? It's nothing real important," she replied, her eyes flicking back to the notebook beside her. "How are you?"
"Hello Stefan, remember me?" he asks as he sped and slammed Stefan against the wall holding his neck tight and squeezes, cutting the air off from his throat.