Oh, so he was willing to play along. That raised him a notch. “I do. I assume you do too. Perhaps we could exchange them some time.” She lifted her eyebrows slightly, keeping her smile small and mysterious.
Damon watched her, smiling a little despite himself. She was definitely different than most girls he tried to pick up. “I’ll give you mine today because I’m feeling particularly nice,” he said. “Damon Salvatore,” he said, nodding a bit. He took the drink from the bartender and handed it to the girl. When the bartender asked for some ID, Damon just looked at him and said, “You don’t need to see ID.” The bartender looked momentarily confused but nodded, walking off back to his work.
“Damon,” Summer said slowly, shaping the syllables with care. “It suits you.” She followed the exchange with the bartender with eyebrows climbing into her hairline, then murmured, “It’s usually considered impolite to cheat so obviously in public. After all, he’s only doing his job.”