Grill: Jeremy walks in looking for Vicki. He's relieved to find her leaning against the wall, but then Tyler comes into view and Vicki's arms. They make out and Jeremy's face falls.

Town Square: Caroline seems a bit skittish as she walks to her car, so of course she drops her keys. Something makes her turn around and she's relieved to realize there's nothing there. But when she turns back to her car, old Close-Talker is standing in the small space between her and her car door. He offers a completely insincere apology for startling her. When she accepts it and says she was hoping to see him again, Damon leers. "I know." Caroline volleys, "Cocky much?" Damon returns: "Very much." Oh, my! I'll get back to typing just as soon as I loosen my grip on my pearls.

Mossy Manse: Elena arrives at Stefan's door, because that went so well last time. When he answers, he's much more obliging and invites her in. Instead of accepting, she brings him outside to look at the slowest-moving comet in God's heavens. Elena confesses that she was going to go home and do what she always does -- write in her diary. He asks what she would have written and again I'll spare you, because I'm a giver like that. Suffice it to say she decided to talk directly to him about the things that would usually go in the little book about giving up, not taking risks, etc., but now she knows she's hiding from the truth that she's afraid of being happy, because she can't stand to have it all come crashing down again. Stefan asks, "Do you want to know what I would write?" When Elena nods, he says "I met a girl. We talked. It was epic. And then the sun came up and reality set in...Well, this is reality. Right here." That makes even less sense to me than anthropomorphizing a comet, but it works for Elena. Stefan leans in for a kiss which is slow and gentle, if a bit short. When their lips part, they look deeply into each others' eyes (which I seem to type a lot). This time, Elena moves in for the kill er... I mean kiss, and it's longer and more intense. Stefan whispers in my ear, "Passionate." Thanks sweetie, I got that already. We cut to...