"Damon, that's your second pizza of the night," Svetlana said softly as she watched him quickly eat another slices. Her eyes grew wide.
Damon paused mid-chew, swallowed the last bite, and then chased it down with a big gulp of water. He leaned back, taking a deep breath, satisfied.
"Have you seen the stuff they've been feeding us on the show?" Damon said, shaking his head. "This is my first time having New York pizza, and I gotta say, it's worth it." He wiped his mouth with a napkin, looking content.
Svetlana sighed and shook her head playfully. "Oh, alright. I guess you deserve it after that fight."
Damon chuckled, leaning forward. "Okay, okay. How about this, I'll make it up to you. Deal?"
Her eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Oh? And how exactly are you planning to make it up to me?"
Damon grinned, leaning in just a little closer. "How about a walk?"
Svetlana gave him a skeptical look, glancing out the window.
