"I think we might have, actually," Elena said, placing one finger on the name written in the diary. She looked back up at him pensively. She hadn't thought far enough about what to do once she actually did find someone from the diary. Honestly, Elena hadn't been expecting to, what with the century long sleep, and apocalypse.

Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she shifted her weight slightly. She was already this far... "How do you spell your name?"