[ He's parked at a bar stool at the Mystic Grill with an arrogant ease as he proffers a smirk to the person working the counter, raising one eyebrow as he says conspiratorially: ] You know, I keep waiting for this town to live up to its damn name. Mystic Falls - I expected more... mysticism. [ He waggles the fingers of his one hand right as Elena passes, causing him to slow the motion and turn his head to ostensibly switch his attention to her entirely, leaning his stool back onto two legs. ] You a local, sweetheart?