A/N: This is just a short little one-shot I wrote the other night. As always, a big thanks to fluf for all her help :) Don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: After all these years, I still don't own Gilmore Girls.
This wasn't the type of party she would usually want to attend, and she wasn't sure she had ever even met the people throwing it, but after being unable to say no to her grandparents' request, Rory Gilmore found herself in the center of the mansion like home, surrounded by tipsy party goers all dressed in formal attire, making polite chit chat with those who stopped to mingle. Many of the faces seemed vaguely familiar, and she was often greeted with the traditional "oh my, look how much you've grown!", but she had yet to find someone she actually remembered the name of, let alone really and truly cared about. But then again, what else should you expect at this sort of event?
Rory made the usual rounds once again, grabbing another drink along the way, and stopping to talk to a sweet old lady who insisted she looked just like her granddaughter, if only she'd taken a picture with her in her purse. She was off to find the restroom when another familiar face caught her eye, she would have recognized his blond hair and hazel eyes anywhere. For a moment she wanted to walk away, and get as far away as she could, and for another she wanted to go talk to him, to see him again. It had been so long, she thought, it would be nice to catch up, to hear his voice just one more time.
In the few moments it had taken Rory to make her decision, he had already turned around and walked away, lost in the crowd of people that surrounded them. Someone else had already come up to her, gabbing away as Rory looked on, unable to spot his face once again. Had he seen her, too? Was it even really him? Could she ever be sure? She had taken too long, it was too late, and now he was gone.