"Chase," Rory began, "You're being weird again.
"Weird!" Chase protested, "How am I being weird?"
Rory glanced up from cleaning the café table, an eyebrow cocked in skepticism. Chase sighed, "Really, Rory, I don't think spending my free time hanging out at my favorite café is weird. Everyone does it; even adults have their favorite spot!" Chase challenged Rory to an answer with a wiggle of his eyebrow.
Her voice deceptively light Rory replied, "Even those who spend eight hours on a single cup of coffee aren't weird?"
Chase snorted, "Of course they're weird. Eight hours requires at least a donut with the cup of coffee."
"How about the ones who come on specific days for specific baristas? Are they weird?"
"Those people are stalkerish." Rory heard a frown in Chase's voice even though she wasn't facing him. Rory turned and glared at the blonde man. Contempt dripped from her words as she glared arms akimbo, "Aren't you stalkerish then? You come here only on the days I happen to be working. How is that not weird?"
Chase blew his bangs in exasperation. "You sound more stalkerish than me at the moment," he turned towards her. "Besides how do you know that I only come on specific days?"
"Because I'm your girlfriend Chase, seriously, I'm with you all the time."
"Oh," Chase grinned sheepishly. He had forgotten how blunt Rory could be.
Rory sighed, her smile slightly indulgent. Gathering up her cleaning cloths and she headed to the backroom. As she walked, she called over her shoulder mischeviously, "If you stay any longer people will start to think live here. Who knows what would happen to your social life then."
"You are my life Rory, and I couldn't ask for a better one."
Blushing like the sun, Rory hightailed it to the background, Chase's words following her like an echo. Well, she thought, that was unexpected. But not unwanted. Definitely, not unwanted. Suddenly, Rory found that she didn't mind having Chase in the café as she worked.
That is, until she discovered Chase in a café uniform serving customers.