The smell of aged wood and alcohol wafted through the air as you moved around the Mystic Grill, completing your tasks. The bar was full of regulars and strangers, all entwined in their own stories.

Damon and Stefan, with their imposing presence, had entered the bar and immediately attracted attention. The wooden doors creaked softly as they opened, as if the Mystic Grill itself was announcing the arrival of the Salvatore brothers. Damon, with his unmistakable smile, looked at you and noticed your curious look. He seemed fascinated, as if you were the missing piece in those endless nights.

Damon smiled and nudged his brother, speaking softly, "Stefan, my brother, did you see that? That girl is really hot."

Stefan looked at you and looked away and responded in a more controlled tone. "Damon, please don't start. She's here to work, not to be your next prey. Besides, you know this never ends well ."

You, focused on your work, couldn't help but feel a hint of nervousness. Damon had an irresistible aura, and it was hard not to be attracted to him. After a while, Damon got up and approached the counter where you were working together with Stefan. His penetrating gaze never left yours.

“You must be new here,” he commented, his smile becoming wider. “I'm Damon, and this is my brother Stefan. Are you included in the main menu, princess?”