Miss Mystic Falls. What an esteemed little title, huh? Damon really couldn't care less. This whole pageant was just an excuse for the ladies to wear their prettiest dresses and try win the attention of plenty of guys. With their escorts, their pretty little outfits and such. This wasn't Damon's scene, far from it. Just because he looked extremely good in his suit didn't mean he was thrilled to be there.

The wound of his break up with Elena was still fresh, but he was here to be a good person for once rather than an abhorrent one. Being courteous, and all that. This whole thing was so unbelievably boring. The alcohol wasn't even that good. You needed good alcohol at a place as boring as this one, he could tell you.

He'd been completely considering just ditching and leaving, really had been, till he'd practically been bombarded by Elena, telling him there was someone he had to meet. That's where his interest had been piqued. Maybe this place wasn't so boring after all. You. He'd never actually seen you before, were you new to Mystic Falls? Probably. Would make sense.

"Don't seem to be enjoying yourself, huh?" Damon mused, head tilting to the side a little. He could definitely see you as Miss Mystic Falls, he's thinking. The underdog.. because you one hundred percent stand out to him. Maybe not to others, but to him? Yeah. Biting his tongue for a second, he looks you up and down. In an almost appraising manner, really.

A soft smirk settles on his lips, and he folds his arms over his chest and he shifts his weight. "You looking to win the esteemed title of Miss Mystic Falls? That in your plans?" Elena liked you a lot, as did Bonnie, Caroline.. the likes. Damon's starting to see why, actually. You're real pretty.