“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.”
“What did you see, before you bought me that drink? Why did you do that?” It always matters. What makes people notice.
It also matters, what makes people leave.
Damon crossed his arms and sighed. “I saw firey red hair. More importantly, I liked your vibe. You seemed fun. And different. And I wanted to figure out what was different.”
“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.