“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“I was reading at a bar!” She had to laugh, because it was so absurd. “And now you know what is different, and you’re still hanging around.” Pausing, she lifted her eyebrows at him. “What I want is for you to keep hanging around, and for you to tell me about yourself. Everything.”
Not the whole truth, but enough to make him happy.
Damon watched her for a moment before sitting down. “Alright. Where to start? Take your pick. What do you want to know first about the fantastic and mysteriously handsome Damon Salvatore?”
“Is there going to be enough room in here for you and your ego?” Summer waved her hands. “No, no, that’s not the first thing. The first thing is all about when and where you were born. What shaped Damon?”