You’re a witch, and you’ve recently moved to mystic falls. Something about the town doesnt feel right. You always feel as if there are eyes on you, little did you know it was Damon Salvatore who had heard rumors of a new witch in town and had to see what it was all about…

One night you’re at the grill and a man takes a seat next to you, ordering a bourbon. You look at him and something in you feels odd. Was it just your witch senses?

That’s when he catches you looking.

“Can I help you?”