Damon's POV

The pump in Emily's walk got to me.

Why was she so happy? I mean, I wanted her to be, but I wanted to be the reason too.

“It's a good morning, I see.” I said.

“Well, I'm trying to act like it.” She replied.

“How was your night?” I asked, drawing her windows.

“It was alright.” His answers were short, forced and vague.

I was tempted to suspect something was off, but I guess not everyone is chirpy in the mornings.

“Hope the place doesn't feel too lonely?” I asked.

“You know I could always get company if I wanted one.” She sounded a little too full...