Clark turns from the railing slowly to look at her, and it is only him that remains in black and white. The sky is color. The railing is color. There is no aura around him that indicates any light is shining on him to create this.
He has a description of Elena Gilbert in his head but not an actual picture so he can't be certain even if this young woman fits the description (Beautiful, dark hair, dark brown eyes with a lot of emotion and intensity to them). There is more that he has heard about her, and he'll decide through speaking to her if this is the young lady that he is supposed to speak to. At the moment, she looks rather confused, which is understandable given the fact that he is a man in black and white only standing in a world full of color.
He could point out many things. He could ask the beautiful woman her name, but instead he will simply acknowledge the obvious at the moment.
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He has a description of Elena Gilbert in his head but not an actual picture so he can't be certain even if this young woman fits the description (Beautiful, dark hair, dark brown eyes with a lot of emotion and intensity to them). There is more that he has heard about her, and he'll decide through speaking to her if this is the young lady that he is supposed to speak to. At the moment, she looks rather confused, which is understandable given the fact that he is a man in black and white only standing in a world full of color.
He could point out many things. He could ask the beautiful woman her name, but instead he will simply acknowledge the obvious at the moment.
"It's the damndest thing, isn't it?"