It had been exactly five years since her last encounter with Jess. She remembered it sooner that day, when she sat in her office in New York City and looked at the calendar on her desk.

All that was going on with him lately she knew because of Luke, like his four other published books, the great reviews they had, the promotion in Truncheon Books, the new apartment in Philadelphia, and maybe something to do with an engagement and a recent break up - not that she cared about any of this.

In fact, she hadn't even realized how long it had been since she had seen him until that day, when she decided to "give the painful Ernest Hemingway another chance" as she said once. After all, she had her own twists in her life to care about; her own career, her own compliments received for her articles, her own relationships, her own break ups, and her own new apartment in New York.

Yeah, her life was great right now. All she ever dreamed was becoming true: making a good money with something she loved, being recognized in the journalism circuit, and keeping in contact with her mother often. And even though sometimes it was hard to balance her job with having a life, she always figured it out somehow.

The clock now had just announced the lunch break, much to Rory's relief. She grabbed her purse and her laptop and left the building, walking to the restaurant where she usually goes to meet Paris.

They weren't co-workers anymore. But over the years, they had gotten used to seeing each other almost ever single day, and it's known that old habits die hard, at least that's what Paris said. So they made a deal: they would have lunch together during the week as long as Rory could pick the restaurant. It wasn't bad. Since her wedding, Paris had become a lot more likable.

Rory Gilmore turned on her laptop and started to proofread her latest article while she ate her meal and heard Paris's monologue about how moronic her boss was for not taking her suggestion of firing the receptionist because she has no idea who Asher Flemming was. This is a good sign, since the old Paris would simply fire the receptionist herself, and not argue about it. The young Gilmore nodded when she heard Paris asking her if she was right. She knew, better than anyone, that the best way to keep a friendship with Paris was to agree with whatever she said.

Cindy Lauper started to sing "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" in Rory's purse, making her realize her mother had changed her ringtone again. Ignoring Paris's complaints about the song, she picked up her cellphone.

"Hey kiddo, how are you?" Lorelai started, on the other line.

"Hey mom, I'm fine. Can you be fast? I'm kind of busy right now," her daughter answered, making a sign for Paris stay quite for awhile.

"Please, tell me you're not proofreading your articles during your lunch break again!" she whined, "You're crazy, you know?"

"A crazy that will choose your asylum," Rory retorted.

"Got it. I'll be fast, then. I'm calling you to ask you if you're coming here this weekend. We're have the movie festival in town and Emily is planning something with all of us that I didn't pay any attention to," the older Gilmore continued.

"Yeah, I guess I can come this weekend... is that all?" she asked, after a few seconds of an awkward silence.

"No. Huh...You've got a mail."

"I've got a mail?" the daughter repeated, raising her eyebrows.

"A package, actually."

"Who sent it?" Rory asked, curious.

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask me this...it's from Jess," she answered. Rory could visualize her mother bitting her lower lip, apprehensively. Jess was always a delicate subject in the Gilmore family, even after all these years.

The younger Gilmore blinked, trying to absorb the information she just found out. She's got a mail. A package, actually. From Jess. Wow, what was the last time she saw him? Oh yeah, exactly five years ago, as she remembered earlier that day. Well, this was going to be interesting.

Paris, impatiently, woke her up from her trance. She heard her mom calling her, insistantly, to check if she was still there.

"Ok. I'll see it when I got there tomorrow. Bye mom." Rory hung up without waiting for a response, obviously she hadn't recovered herself completely yet.

She looked at her friend, in front of her, who was waiting for an explanation. At least this is what Rory thought from her stare, until she learned that the girl just wanted to continue her "awesome" story and wouldn't tolerate another interruption.

After lunch, Rory went back to her office doing her best to concentrate on her work. But she couldn't get rid of her thoughts about what Jess could have possibly sent to her.

'It could be his other books,' she thought. She hadn't read any of them yet. Considering how their last encounter ended, she wasn't sure if he wanted her to.

Sometimes, in the past, she had wanted to talk to him; ask for forgiveness; recover their friendship. But now, five years later, talking to him didn't seem to have a purpose; it was too late now. So, she moved on; found a boyfriend and broke up with him. Another boyfriend, another break up. Another one, another break up. Until she finally met Mark Evans, her one year and a half serious relationship. They even moved in together, but things stopped working and it came to an end last week.

She entered her new apartment, still full of boxes to be unpacked. She kicked one of them violently, suddenly remembering her recent break up. She cursed herself for being so stupid to believe in a jerk like Mark and for wanting to cry over a "Beautiful Liar," like her ringtone once was, and for chosing such a stupid ringtone. She started to eat her reheated dinner, shaking him off of her mind.

Friday came, and Rory couldn't hide her excitement, or curiosity, as she liked to call it. She tried to keep her routine: waking up early for work, drinking a cup of the awful coffee of the the office, writing articles, having luch with Paris, proofreading her articles, going back to work, drinking the awful - now cold - coffee, and waiting until the clock says it's time for her to go, so she can finally go to Stars Hollow and see what Jess had sent for her.

After catching up with her mother, she opened the letter:

"Dear Rory,

I was reorganizing my bookshelf recently when I realized these books were yours. And since I've quit my Dodger career, I thought I should give them back to you...

Anyway, I hope everything is going well with you.

Jess"

She read it to herself, noticing his hadwriting hadn't changed at all. She left the letter in one side and looked at the covers of the books: "Slaughterhouse Five" and "Wuthering Heights."

"What's it?" Lorelai asks, over her daughter's shoulder.

"Nothing, really..." she can't help smiling.

Hey, hope you like my new story. It's not a crossover with the movie or anything.

Anyway, tell me what you think! This will make me post the next chapter sooner.

Bye :)