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Basically he's famous and she texts before she thinks.

Bored out of my mind. Any suggestions for what to do?

The tweet started her down, urging the response and before she knew what was happening her fingers were trying out the response.

Wanna help egg my ex boyfriends house?

It was a joking response. Normally she didn't reply to anyone in Twitter, least of all her favorite artist who she may or may not have had a tiny – major – crush on. She never expected to receive a response, or anything beyond a like it two.

The retweet took her by surprise. She read the short message and held her breath while typing the reply.

An hour later found her shivering in the shadow of the bakery awning, bouncing from foot to foot in an effort to keep warm and cursing her stupidity.

He was probably at home laughing with famous friends about the girl from Twitter while she was freezing in the town square.

She prepared to turn in and give up, even going so far as to turn toward her car, when a smooth voice whispered over her skin.

"That is not proper attire for midnight mayhem, darling."

She spun on her heel, mouth popping open, and stared up at his mischievous smirk made all the more endearing by the dim light.

"Sorry I'm a little late," his eyes sparked, "I got turned around on my way on town, actually wound up by a waterfall."

"It's…it's an easy mistake to make," she found her voice.

"That makes me feel better," he chuckled, unzipping his sweatshirt. "Here, love, you're about to catch your death."

He draped the warm material over her shoulders and she instantly blended into the night.

"Right, then," he adjusted the bag over his shoulder, "where does this ex of yours live?"

Her eyes fell to the heavy material. She eyed it pointedly.

"Ah, yes," he followed her gaze, "the other reason I was late," he opened the bag for her inspection.

She gazed inside: several rolls of toilet paper and 3 dozen eggs.

"You alright, darling?" He met her gaze. "You're rather quiet."

She shook her head, fingers rubbing the smooth material of his sweatshirt. "I uh… I'm just a… just a little surprised. I didn't…"

"Think I'd actually come?" He finished, raising his eyebrows. A grin spread over his lips when she nodded, sending a tingle down her spine. "I'm always up for mischief… just ask my siblings. Now, might I have the honor of knowing your name."

The question startled her, but she supposed it was to be expected; he would have recognized her from her profile picture, but there was no way her name was the complex mix of numbers, letters and symbols that Caroline had changed her handle to.

"Elena Gilbert," she managed a small smile.

"Well then, Elena Gilbert," his smile was all charm as he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles, "Kol Mikaelson, at your service."