Damon's POV

“Will you be by yourself sir?” Frank asked, crooning his neck to see inside of the car.

“Yes.” I replied to him.

It was quite uncharacteristic of him to lean on the door, but he was.

“Are you drunk?” I asked him.

“I only had a glass, Sir.” He smiled widely.

“Get off. I need to be somewhere.” I said impatiently.

“Miss Emily…” He slurred.

“She's in good hands.” I cut him off.

“No. I mean, it's good to have her back.” He winked at me.

I was feeling a hundred emotions, but it didn't stop what he did from being funny.

“Alright. Get off.” I honked.

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