Bonnie had never meant to stare at him, yet everytime he came to the Mystic Falls Grill. He was handsome in a rugged way with a well-muscled body, sandy curls, faint stubble, and a crooked smile.
It was painfullyobvious that he was a Lockwood. He exuded authority like all the Lockwoods did.
Thankfully, it seemed that he had never caught her staring. Elena did once, though.
"You do realize that he's ten years too old for you, right?"
"It's not like I plan on making a move on him," Bonnie replied, rolling her eyes. "Besides, Stefan's about a hundred and fifty years too old for you."
Elena only gave one of her adorable smiles in response. The kind that managed to win almost everyone over.
"He wants Damon dead now, according to Stefan," Elena added.
"Hey, we have something in common, then. What did Damon do? Well, besides being Damon, I mean"
"Apparently he stabbed Mason with a silver knife," Elena replied before taking a sip of her diet coke. "It turns out that silver doesn't have an effect on werewolves and they have super-healing, so he's fine now, obviously."
"Any particular reason why Damon stabbed him?" Bonnie asked.
"I guess he's just paranoid because werewolf bites kill vampires," Elena explained.
"Fantastic. I should ask him if he wants any help getting rid of Damon…" Bonnie mused.
"Bonnie…" The last thing Elena wanted was a repeat of the night at the carnival where Bonnie had attempted to fry Damon.
Bonnie only gave an imitation of Elena's earlier smile.
It wasn't until a few nights later that it finally hit Bonnie; Mason had been at the grill every single night she had. When he gave her a little smirk from the bar and raised his beer up in acknowledgement, Bonnie knew that it wasn't just Elena who had caught her staring.