For a fleeting moment, he was confused because of her reaction. He raised his eyebrows, only to have his facial expression return to normal almost immediately. He had figured out ( or at least thought he had ) why she had rejected his rather gracious offer. It had to have something to do with her friends and coven. What else was holding her back? She certainly was smart enough to get accepted to each of those schools. She didn’t seem like the type of person who would abandon her own future plans for her family either. Her friends and coven were the only logical reasons why she would choose to stay in Mystic Hills instead of trying to metaphorically conquer the world.
He shook his head, the gesture accompanied by a roll of his eyes, before he mirrored her actions and turned towards the waitress, a charming smile on his lips.
❝ She’s right. I ate just before I came here, so nothing for me. ❞
As soon as she left, his attention was on her again. The smile was still there, although now there was a glint of genuine pity in his eyes, visible even beneath the layer mischievousness.
❝ Just so you know, darling, my offer doesn’t have an expiration date. The best moment to use it would be now, though. Who knows if you’re able to find me in a few years. ❞
She only notices the look he gives her because she had been watching the waitress walk back, but her eyes do move to make contact with his at his comment, another scoff escaping her. She didn’t need Kol Mikaelson to pity her - and she didn’t want him to. Having to stay in Mystic sucked, but for now she was putting off facing the fact that she couldn’t leave, had yet to vocalise it because as soon as she did that was it. Her life solidified as being nothing more than a small town above a hellmouth. For now she was going through the motions.
He wasn’t getting more than that - a warning. It wasn’t as though he actually cared for her, he didn’t care about anything and so his words felt like mocking. Which she couldn’t stand.