What We Knew (Damon Salvatore x Reader)

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The last customer of the day walked out couple hours ago and Y/N was too ready to get back home and get warm. Mary-Elizabeth had yet to fix the heater so there Y/N was, bundled in a puffer jacket, some warm pants and wearing gloves as she finished writing down next week's order. First official day of winter break, finally Y/N would get some downtime, a refresh after all of her winter exams. The thought of midterms crept in her mind but she shook the nervousness away. She tapped her phone on the wooden counter on her right. 5:58. She sighed, closing the order book and turning around to fit it back in the crammed bookshelf. The door's bell chimed and she held in another sigh, "Hey," she said kindly, not turning around, and pushing the binder into the shelf, "how's it goin'?" She asked in her customer service voice. She turned around,

"I'm doing well, how are you?" Damon smiled. She chuckled, rolling her eyes and rounding the counter. She reached for his shoulders, pulling him into a hug.

"What's up? What're you doing here?" She asked, pulling away, smiling at him kindly,

"Wanted to pick you up from work," he sighed, "and I brought chinese," he shrugged. She gasped,

"Oh my god, yes," she said, bending her knees slightly in excitement, "I'm totally starving, I forgot my lunch today," she rolled her eyes, "let me just lock up." She said, walking to the front door.

"Take your time," he said, leaning against the counter, looking around the shop, "it's cold in here," he said, shrugging at the nippiness.

"I know," she sighed, turning the open side and locking its three locks, "Mary-Elizabeth is really challenging me on getting the heating fixed," she said, walking back down the narrow store to Damon. She turned the open sign and locked the door in its three places. She turned back around, walking down the narrow store, past Damon behind the counter, "we'll leave out the back," she said, walking into the back room, Damon behind her. She grabbed her tote, and pushed the door to the front open once more. She glanced around the store, making sure everything was tidy before flicking the lights off and closing the door again. She turned around and unlocked the very back door, walking out onto the pillowy snow outside. She looked up, the sky white with faint lines of light grey. Damon stepped out with her and she locked up.

"Wanna eat at my place?" He asked as they walked down the alley,

"Sure," she said, "did you drive?"

"Yeah, they ploughed the street pretty well," he said. They turned left, seeing his icy Mustang, clean by the curb. He unlocked her door then went to his side. Y/N looked at the colour he chose for his car. She chuckled. He glanced at her, both of them taking a seat, "what?" He asked,

"Nothing," she shook her head, pulling on her seatbelt,

"Come one, " he said nudged her lightly, "tell me," he said with a small smile, pushing his key in the ignition and turning the engine,

She chuckled, "Did you mean to paint your car the same colour as your eyes?" She asked with a smile, looking at him,

"What?" He asked, looking out the windshield, at the hood of his car, "oh my god," he whispered, his face relaxing in some sort of shock. He looked back at Y/N, "oh my God—that is the most douchebag thing someone could do," he said, looking off, at nothing in particular, seeming almost destroyed at this realisation. Y/N chuckled, shaking her head, "I can't believe I never noticed it. Is it obvious? Do you think people make the connection?" He asked, pulling out of his spot.

She laughed, "No, I don't think so. I just noticed."

"Damn," he shook his head, "back when I got it I was choosing between this blue and a green," he started, turning left onto Willow Drive, "but then Stefan got his Ferrari 330 in too similar a shade," he sighed, shaking his head,