Rory's mind wandered as she listened to the speech drone on. After almost a year on the campaign trail her interest in listening to the same people talk about the same stuff everyday was starting to wane. Her boredom was starting to show in her writing. She looked at all the people around her, many of the faces were familiar, people who like her were covering the Obama campaign like her. Others were from local news outlets, here to cover the rally in Independence Park. As she looked around she saw a face that was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him, he must be a local reporter. But she only knew one person in this city.
On any other day she would have considered meeting some of the local journalists, and trying to get her foot in the door at a local paper, she had in at a couple of recent stops. But not today, not here, because she was in Philadelphia and HE lived in Philadelphia. She had no interest in getting a job here.
The speeches ended and Rory started to make her way to the exit, eager to be done with this day, when she noticed the familiar stranger form earlier heading towards her, "oh God", she groaned. She knew she had been staring, but only because she was trying to place him, not because she was in any way looking for a journalist to journalist hook up disguised as comparing notes. The log jam of people in front of her made it impossible for her to get away. She steeled herself for the bad pick up line that she was sure was coming. He held out his hand to her, "Matt Myers" he said as she shook his hand, still trying to place him, "Rory Gilmore," she mumbled back as she finally saw the media outlet he worked for. They both gasped as equal looks of terror and embarrassment crossed their faces. They both turned and quickly walked away in opposite directions.
Matt walked quickly down the street trying to figure out what to tell his friend and business partner about the rally, his Truncheon e-zine credentials blowing in the breeze.