Damon, having his morning activities halted, continues with his day. He gets dressed, fixes his hair, grabs his keys and decides he is going to spend the rest of his morning at the bar.

It being ten in the morning does not deter Damon from going over there for a drink. This is actually quite a late start for him.

He slides his sunglasses on his face and grabs his keys from the table by the door. He rolls his eyes at the new decorative dish Caroline must have bought. It is gaudy and bright. Not his style at all. He reaches for the door and swings it open.

"Oh!" He shouts. "Shit!" He continues, clenching his chest.

I'm his porch, an unshaken twenty-something year-old with her arms crossed over her chest. She stands there confidently despite having just scared the ever loving shit out of Damon.

"When my mom bought the place, she failed to mention the stalker that lived next door." She shrugs, letting Damon know she saw him staring at her.

"Well," he thinks of a clever response. He fixes his hair which he has no doubt has been thrown out of place after being scared by the girl. "My brother failed to mention to me that anyone was moving in. I just have zoned out listening to your music."

She nods. He already knows she is not thrilled. Her facial expressions do little to tell him otherwise. "How long were you standing there?"

"A few minutes." He is quick to reply.

"You consider thirty minutes to be a few?" She shakes her head.

"N-" he starts an argument but decides to go a different route. "If you already knew, why'd you even ask?"

"Just wanted to see if they were right." She turns away, walking back down the walkway.

"Wait!" Damon follows her down the path. "Who was right?"

"The files." She responds as if he should already know.

"Files?" He asks. By now, they are on Madeline's porch with her standing in the front doorway.

"My mom is the new police chief. So of course I read your files to see what my new neighbors were like." She shrugs.

Damon smirks. "So you stalked me first."

"I guess I did." She steps backwards into her house and shuts the door, leaning him on the porch alone.

Damon wants to badly to continue the conversation but he is bound to the outside of her home. Even if he could enter, he knows doing so without knocking would leave even more of a sour taste in her mouth. He returns back to his house, thinking back on their conversation the whole time.

He is pleasantly surprised by how it all went.

He returns to the window where it all started and draws the curtains, once again coming gave to face with the girl in her window. He stands there frozen, wondering if she has just caught him watching her again.

She stands in her bedroom waiting. She knew he would look for her again. She notes that he behaved exactly how she thought he would and leaves her curtains open, walking away.