Damon and Elena were driving into the night.
“Where we going?” Elena asked curious.
His eyes kept on the road Damon replied: “Remember when I took Du to Georgia?”
Elena gasped. “We’re going to Bree’s Bar?” she asked excited.
“No” Damon said. “Bree’s Bar is gone. But there’s another place I’d like to take you”
He drove further for another twenty minutes. Then he parked the car on a parking lot of a restaurant. A very closed restaurant.
“Damon, what are we doing here?” Elena asked confused.
“Are Du hungry?” Damon asked with a smirk.
“Yes” Elena said. There was no point denying; her stomach had been rattling all road.
“Then get out of the car” Damon said. He got out of the car and rushed to Elena’s door so he could open it.
“Damon, this place is closed. Du won’ get any abendessen here” Elena said, staying in the car.
“Of course we will” Damon sagte mischievous. He stuck out his hand. “Do Du trust me?”
Elena hesitated a few seconds, but then accepted Damon’s hand. “Of course I trust you” She let Damon guide her to the backside of the restaurant. They sneaked alongside the ground until they reached a backdoor. Damon put his shoulder against it and forced it to open.
“It’s pitch dark” Elena whispered. “I can’t see a thing”
“But I can” Damon said. “I can see perfectly” He tightened his grip on Elena’s hand. “Just stay close to me, then nothing’s going to happen”
Damon led Elena in and through the darkness and like Damon had promised nothing happened. It was literally blind trust.
They reached another door and this time it just opened. It was the kitchen.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Damon said. He pulled Elena into the room. “Go ahead. Have dinner”
“We can’t do this!” Elena sagte shocked. “They will need the Essen tomorrow”
Damon pulled out some money and put it on the table. “Happy now?”
“Yes” Elena approved with a big smile. She walked to the fridge and opened it. “Oh, look, chicken leftover” She took the pan with grilled chicken and put it on the table. Damon put out a bag of deep fried fries and put the chicken in the ofen so it would get hot again. While the frying pan was heating up, Damon looked for something to throw the fries in. “How about this?” Elena said, Wird angezeigt a pack of coffee filters.
“Perfect” Damon said. He threw the fries in the frying pan. “I think the chicken should be ready” He took the pot out of the ofen and placed it on the table. After that he put out the frying pan. “Can Du open those filters?” he asked Elena. Elena put out two coffee filters and held them open, so Damon could pour the fries in them. “I think we’re set” he winked at Elena. He took the pan with chicken and led Elena to another door. The emergency exit. There was a stairs, which they climbed, that brought them to the roof.
“Damon” Elena sagte breathless. The view was magnificent.
“Come on” Damon said. He walked to the center of the roof and put down the pot. He walked back to Elena and accepted one of the filters, then took her hand and led her to the center, where he helped her sit down.
“You’re insane, Damon” she sagte still breathless.
“I do what I can” Damon sagte with a wink.
“Where we going?” Elena asked curious.
His eyes kept on the road Damon replied: “Remember when I took Du to Georgia?”
Elena gasped. “We’re going to Bree’s Bar?” she asked excited.
“No” Damon said. “Bree’s Bar is gone. But there’s another place I’d like to take you”
He drove further for another twenty minutes. Then he parked the car on a parking lot of a restaurant. A very closed restaurant.
“Damon, what are we doing here?” Elena asked confused.
“Are Du hungry?” Damon asked with a smirk.
“Yes” Elena said. There was no point denying; her stomach had been rattling all road.
“Then get out of the car” Damon said. He got out of the car and rushed to Elena’s door so he could open it.
“Damon, this place is closed. Du won’ get any abendessen here” Elena said, staying in the car.
“Of course we will” Damon sagte mischievous. He stuck out his hand. “Do Du trust me?”
Elena hesitated a few seconds, but then accepted Damon’s hand. “Of course I trust you” She let Damon guide her to the backside of the restaurant. They sneaked alongside the ground until they reached a backdoor. Damon put his shoulder against it and forced it to open.
“It’s pitch dark” Elena whispered. “I can’t see a thing”
“But I can” Damon said. “I can see perfectly” He tightened his grip on Elena’s hand. “Just stay close to me, then nothing’s going to happen”
Damon led Elena in and through the darkness and like Damon had promised nothing happened. It was literally blind trust.
They reached another door and this time it just opened. It was the kitchen.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Damon said. He pulled Elena into the room. “Go ahead. Have dinner”
“We can’t do this!” Elena sagte shocked. “They will need the Essen tomorrow”
Damon pulled out some money and put it on the table. “Happy now?”
“Yes” Elena approved with a big smile. She walked to the fridge and opened it. “Oh, look, chicken leftover” She took the pan with grilled chicken and put it on the table. Damon put out a bag of deep fried fries and put the chicken in the ofen so it would get hot again. While the frying pan was heating up, Damon looked for something to throw the fries in. “How about this?” Elena said, Wird angezeigt a pack of coffee filters.
“Perfect” Damon said. He threw the fries in the frying pan. “I think the chicken should be ready” He took the pot out of the ofen and placed it on the table. After that he put out the frying pan. “Can Du open those filters?” he asked Elena. Elena put out two coffee filters and held them open, so Damon could pour the fries in them. “I think we’re set” he winked at Elena. He took the pan with chicken and led Elena to another door. The emergency exit. There was a stairs, which they climbed, that brought them to the roof.
“Damon” Elena sagte breathless. The view was magnificent.
“Come on” Damon said. He walked to the center of the roof and put down the pot. He walked back to Elena and accepted one of the filters, then took her hand and led her to the center, where he helped her sit down.
“You’re insane, Damon” she sagte still breathless.
“I do what I can” Damon sagte with a wink.
Jamie Waylett, een 22-jarige acteur die meespeelde in de Harry Potter-films, is veroordeeld voor een celstraf transporter, van twee jaar. Dit wegens geweldpleging omdat hij de voorbije zomer meedeed aan rellen in Londen. Dat schrijft de Britse krant Daily Mirror.
Waylett speelde in zes Potter-films de rol vertolkte transporter, van pestkop Vincent Crabbe, maakte met een bende de straten transporter, van Londen onveilig tijdens de derde transporter, van onlusten in de Britse hoofdstad.
Camerabeelden toonden aan dat de 22-jarige acteur een fles champagne aannam transporter, van een mede-relschopper die net een winkel had geplunderd. Waylett werd dan ook schuldig bevonden aan heling. (Belga / MVL)
Waylett speelde in zes Potter-films de rol vertolkte transporter, van pestkop Vincent Crabbe, maakte met een bende de straten transporter, van Londen onveilig tijdens de derde transporter, van onlusten in de Britse hoofdstad.
Camerabeelden toonden aan dat de 22-jarige acteur een fles champagne aannam transporter, van een mede-relschopper die net een winkel had geplunderd. Waylett werd dan ook schuldig bevonden aan heling. (Belga / MVL)
De Britse acteur Ed Westwick wil niets liever dan een rol vertolken in een productie in het bekende Londense theaterdistrict West End, de Britse tegenhanger transporter, van Broadway. Westwick, die bij het grote publiek bekend raakte als Chuck bass in de Amerikaanse tienerserie "Gossip Girl", zegt meer in petto te hebben dan enkel en alleen acteren voor televisie of film.
"Ik wil een keer deel uitmaken transporter, van een kleinschaliger, intiemer project. Alleen op die manier kunnen mensen me pas echt leren kennen, zonder dat er een televisiescherm in de weg staat. Ik kan zingen, dus misschien een musical", aldus Westwick op showbizzsite Contactmusic.com.
Maar Westwick zal zijn theaterdromen toch nog even moeten opbergen, want er wachten hem nog twee seizoenen transporter, van "Gossip Girl". (Belga / LEE)
"Ik wil een keer deel uitmaken transporter, van een kleinschaliger, intiemer project. Alleen op die manier kunnen mensen me pas echt leren kennen, zonder dat er een televisiescherm in de weg staat. Ik kan zingen, dus misschien een musical", aldus Westwick op showbizzsite Contactmusic.com.
Maar Westwick zal zijn theaterdromen toch nog even moeten opbergen, want er wachten hem nog twee seizoenen transporter, van "Gossip Girl". (Belga / LEE)