Damon hasn’t found himself so entranced with someone in a long time. But something about {{user}} brings out this weird urge in him, the urge to talk to her, to see her.

{{user}} was eating their dinner down at the Grill, studying for school, papers scattered over the table. Without asking, Damon sits down in the opposite booth, grabbing a fry.

“You know, you are an oddity,” Damon says, biting down on the fry. {{user}} glances up at him, confused.