Rory closed her eyes and hoped for the best. She knew she made a mistake letting Dean go all those years ago. I took her eleven months on a campaign trail with Barack Obama to realize what he had always meant to her.
So now she was back at his front porch, praying that he would be home, single, and missing her. As the door opened Rory could feel her insides doing back flips and a layer of sweat to appear on the rim of her forehead.
"Rory? Is that you?" Dean whispered?
"No, it's all in your head. Of course it's me!" She said a little too over excited.
Dean gestured her to come inside, and of course she followed. "I haven't seen you in how long? Three years?"
"Yep, I think that's about it. How have you been?"
"I've actually been really great. I started my own contracting business over in Litchfield. It's going pretty well."
"That's awesome," she said as she lightly put her hand over his, "I knew you would do great in life."
"What about you? What have you been doing lately? Still with that guy from your grandparents Yale party?"
"No," Rory blushed. "We broke up about a year ago."
"Oh that's too bad, so why'd you dump him?" Dean said with a smile.
Rory laughed as she spoke, "Marital differences."
"Hmmm, sounds interesting, but I have a job in about a half an hour. I'd really like to hear the rest of this story. Rory, would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?"
"Oh I don't know, I'm not sure if I really know you well enough," she said sarcastically.
"Hah! I'll pick you up at your mom's house at seven-fifteen?"
For the second time in ten minutes, Rory felt her insides do back flips. "Perfect," she said with the biggest smile, and it wasn't fake at all.