A couple weeks after meeting Cami, Klaus began to sketch her. Just charcoal and paper. Nothing fancy. And only parts of her. Never a whole image.

He didn't attempt to paint her. Or hadn't allowed himself to do so, rather. Klaus just sketched. Quickly and at odd times of the day and night when his mind and his breath raced. He did this for over a year until he made himself stop. Every now and then, however, he would look through the drawings.

Her eyes.

Then her smile.

That soft curve where her neck met the side of one of her shoulders. He loved that part.

The small of her back in a pretty dress.

Like the one she was wearing now. Klaus stares at her from behind as she looks for her keys.

"Sorry," she says with a laugh. "I usually leave them on the coffee table."

"It's quite alright," Klaus assures her. His voice sounds strained.

Cami runs her hands in between the cushions of her coach. "Ah-ha!" she exclaims as she pulls her keys out and waves them in the air in victory.

She looks to him, expecting some quip for making him wait ten minutes. But instead Klaus seems to be looking right through her, his mouth tight, his expression melancholy. He is million miles away. Or a quarter of a mile away. Back at The Abattoir in his conversation with Elijah.

Cami doesn't know this, of course, but she senses something is awry.

"What's wrong?" Cami asks.

His eyes grow wide and Klaus seems to snap back to the present. "Nothing..." he murmurs. "Nothing- sorry. I was just thinking-"

"Thinking what?"

"... thinking we've never had a proper dinner before."

Cami chuckles. "I know! Like with real napkins!"

"We've had drinks..." Klaus says with a small smirk.

She nods. "Many a drink! And lunch!"

Klaus steps towards her. "More like tea and salad in a cafe..."

"Tea and beer! But never dinner..."

"Never dinner..."

He smiles, but just as quickly it disappears.

"Seriously, what's wrong? Did something happen?" She is worried.

"No," Klaus assures her. "It's just... I was wondering if you really..."

"Really what?"

"If you really want to do this?"

She felt a pressing in her chest. What was he asking?

"This? What? Like have dinner?"

"Yes," he replies. "Dinner."

"Klaus, yes, I really do," she assures him. " I want to have dinner... with you."

He smiles.

"... and your strange sister... and your baby..."

Then he laughs.

Cami laughs too. "I really do! Do you want to have dinner with me?"

He can't help himself. "I do."

She takes him by his lapels. "Okay, so let's go. Seriously. I'm tired of only seeing you when the world is going to hell. Let's go out! Let's be one with the tourists!"

Klaus' smile holds this time. "Alright. As you wish. Let's go be."

Cami gives his lapels a tug and smiles wide. "Okay, let me find my purse!"

Klaus shakes his head, but he is content.

He lets that feeling hold. Elijah... Haley... Marcel... They are all still in his head, but he pushes then to the side. For the evening. And ever-so-slightly. He is allowing himself this.

As he and Cami step out of her apartment and Freya, pushing Hope along in a stroller, eagerly approaches them, Klaus is amazed at how warmly Cami reacts to his sister when he introduces them.

"Freya, hi! It's nice to meet you. Your brother is finally letting us meet!"

"Hi, Cami. Yes, I know! We should toast to that!"

"Do you like wine?"

"Yes, of course."

Cami nudges Klaus' shoulder. "A woman after our own heart! I love your dress, Freya."

"Thank you! It's actually my sister's."

"Don't spill red on it," Cami quips. "I hear Rebekah has killed others for less!"

They all laugh and they are all at ease as they walk to the restaurant a couple of blocks away.

Freya is thinking that she likes Camille. And she's glad she secretly came to Rebekah's aid when her sister asked for help in procuring a binding pendant for their brother.

Cami feels likewise. Freya seems nice and yearning for a connection. The same need she saw in Klaus almost two years ago. They come to an intersection and she feels his arm behind her as he guides them along. Her breath catches.

And Klaus... he looks down at his hand, gently grazing the small of her back in a pretty dress... and he's thinking he will sketch tonight.

He doesn't realize- none of them do- that they are being watched from across the street.

They don't see eyes narrowing in anger and footsteps trailing from behind.