Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls show or any of the characters.
A/N: For the purpose of my story Rory does not want to be a reporter.
Rory Gilmore sighed heavily, as she headed out to where her car was parked in the Yale parking lot.
She had been attending Yale for two years now.
Her problem was not that the subjects she was taking were to hard, but that she still had no idea what she wanted to do with her life.
All of these thoughts were still weighing heavily on her mind, as she pulled up besides Luke's, and headed for the door.
Rory figured that her mom would be here.
Lorelai had been spending a lot of time with Luke since Rory started college.
Sure enough, Lorelai was sitting at the counter drinking coffee, and bantering with Luke.
"Hi mom. Hi Luke." Rory said, as she sat down on a stool beside her mom.
"Oh, hi honey. You look tired. Rough day?" Lorelai asked.
"Sort of. It's just that I'm still not sure what to do with my life."
Luke stared at Rory in confusion. "What do you mean you're not sure what to do with your life? Your going to college."
Rory sighed again. "I know that. I mean long term. I'm not sure what I want to be. Got any ideas?" Rory asked them, she was half serious, half joking.
"What are some of the things you would like to do?" Luke asked.
"Travel" Rory answered promptly.
Luke raised his eyebrows. "You didn't hesitate on that on that answer at all."
"That's because I know that I want to travel. That trip mom and I took to Europe after graduation just whet my appetite for traveling" Rory said.
Lorelai just sat there drinking her coffee, and listening to them talk.
She and Rory had discussed this numerous times in the past two years.
When they left Luke's Rory still had no ideas.
They had come up with zilch.
The next morning Rory got up, and hurried through her morning routine.
She had slept a little bit later than she had intended.
After flicking the already prepped coffee maker on, she jogged to the stairs, and took them two at a time.
Hurriedly, she woke Lorelai up, like she did every morning and headed out the door coffee in hand.
Driving to school she thought about her career problems.
She didn't even have a job right now.
She was in school full time, so there was no time for a job.
Rory could barely concentrate on her morning classes; she was so preoccupied with her dilemma.
Heading off campus, and down the street to a little café for lunch, her problem still occupied her thoughts.
So she didn't notice the woman, who was sitting at a corner booth, watching her every move intently.
Rory didn't think of herself as beautiful, only that she was fairly attractive.
But people were always saying what a natural beauty she was.
The woman continued to sit sipping her coffee, and watching Rory eat.
Finally when Rory was almost finished eating, the woman approached the table where Rory sat absorbed in her book.
The woman stopped in front of her table, and cleared her throat.
When that didn't work she said, "Excuse me."
Rory looked up, slightly startled to see a strange woman standing in front of her table.
"Yes, can I help you?" Rory asked.
"May I sit down?" The woman asked Rory.
"Um, okay" Rory replied.
The woman pulled out a seat, and stretched out her hand to shake.
As Rory shook the woman's hand she said, "My name is Cheryl Walker.
"I'm Rory Gilmore."
"Well I won't keep you in suspense" Cheryl said.
"I was wondering if you had ever modeled."
"Why?" Rory asked.
Cheryl blinked. "You're a natural beauty. Do you ever even wear makeup?"
"Sometimes, but not often" Rory said.
She still couldn't believe that this woman was asking her about modeling.
"Well you have the looks to model. I run a modeling agency, and we are always on the lookout for fresh faces. Would you be interested in modeling for us?" Cheryl asked.
Now Rory was the one blinking in confusion.
"Are you serious?" she asked
"Very. Look, here's my business card. Give me a call if you decide that you're interested."
Cheryl handed her a business card, and then she was gone.
For several minutes after Cheryl left, Rory just sat there wondering if she had dreamed it all.
But the card that was now lying on the table confirmed that it had been real.
Grabbing her backpack, Rory slipped the business card into the zippered pocket, and headed out the door.
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