I'm a man of my word - I make a deal, I keep a deal.

If there is one thing Elijah has, it is patience. He'd found Damon's witch, taught her the spell, ensured that Elena got her daylight ring. And he's waited. It's taken everything in him, some nights, not to go knock on her door, to see if she's thinking of him the way he's thinking of her. He's kept up the roses, if only because it seemed to make her smile and he does know something about how courtship used to go.

Whatever passes for dating these days, he is less certain about. Honestly, he doesn't think they are "dating"--one night, and one day do not a relationship make, and since she hasn't called...well. He is almost passing it off as a fluke--blood and new heightened sensations and the need to hold on to something.

That makes his heart ache a little, but he's started teaching, which occupies his time, and pursued his not-relationship with Sif in the same casual way it had begun. Honestly, the potential problem there doesn't occur to him. Until someone indicates that they want more with him, in his mind they are both free to do as they please--especially among goddesses and vampires. Just as he won't assume a relationship, neither will he assume a commitment.

He's made a couple of friends--using the term loosely, given his pretending to be human with them, still--and that keeps him occupied, as well, and not sitting around all day brooding over Miss Gilbert.

Really.

No, really.

At the moment, he's checking his mail in the foyer of the building, messenger bag slung over his shoulder and obviously full (his students' papers). There isn't much of interest in the myriad envelopes he pulls out, but he sorts through them as he stands there, tossing away the junk.