Surprises

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or Jess would never have left and there would be way less Dean.
AN: OK, here is the next chapter, I hope you like it. The rest of the conversation will come. I promise.

Suddenly the door opened and he came back inside.

"Here, I don't think I was fast enough, but I brought you coffee anyway..."

"Oh, hello!"

"Jess. Uh, this is Lane and Paris. Paris, Lane this is Jess."

He just nodded at the two girls standing in the room and decided it would be the best to give them time to speak. So he put the coffee on the table and went in the bathroom.

From there he still could hear them talking. He sure was eavesdropping a lot today, but he really wanted to know what she thought about all this.
"So that's Jess."
"Yeah, that's Jess."
"Ooh, now I know why you were blushing. He sure is looking good. And if he's half as good as he is looking..."
"Lane, shh!"
"Well, the show we wanted to see is starting soon, so we better go. You never know what these stupid taxi drivers are going to do. They don't seem able to find the shortest way to anything. And hello, I mean that is their job. OK, you have my number if you need it. See you later."
"But, what show? Where are you going, Paris?"
"Lane!"
"Ooh, yeah, I'm coming, bye Rory."
"Bye Lane."

Hearing the door close, he got out of the bathroom.
"So, I'm good-looking?" He couldn't resist the urge to tease her and possibly see her blush again. And yes, she was blushing.
"Uh, I thought you were in the bathroom."
"Well, the room isn't that sound proof and your friends talk rather loudly."
"Yeah, I guess so. Thanks for the coffee by the way." Noticing that she had almost drunk all of it, he couldn't help but wonder how she could have drunken all of that in this short time.
"No problem. You probably need it after last night." Here goes the blushing again.
"Hmm, listen I think we need to talk..."
"OK. You wanna get out of here?"
"And go where?"
"I don't know. Maybe we can find a cafe so you can get more of your precious coffee."
"Coffee, yeah, coffee is great. Let's go." And with that she grabbed her jacket and was out of the room.

She couldn't believe he had heard another conversation. Who was he? The CIA? But the coffee he had brought was good and in a big cup. And Lane was right he was good-looking, more than good-looking to tell the truth. But now, talking, how should she start this conversation?
She was so deep in thought she didn't hear him coming up next to her.
"So how about that one?"
"Huh?" Looking over to him she saw him pointing towards a small diner.
"OK." As they went in she could smell the food and noticed for the first time how hungry she was.

As they sat down an awkward silence set in. Nervous she started fiddling with her sleeves and tried to avoid his eyes.
"So you said you wanted to talk?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean don't you think so?" He was spared his answer by the appearance of the waitress, who smiled at him flirtatiously.
"Hey, I'm Shane, your waitress. What do you want?"
"I'll take the fried eggs and a coffee please." Looking at Rory he added:
"And you?"
"Oh, I'll take the biggest cup of coffee you got and pancakes, please. And some toast with bacon. And, do you have doughnuts?"
"Yeah."
"OK, then I take two chocolate doughnuts also."
The waitress just looked at her as if she had ordered snails or something equally disgusting and then went away with one last smile at him.
"Anymore friends of you coming over that I don't know about?" He sounded oddly annoyed.
"No, just a bit hungry. And sorry about Paris and Lane. We wanted to hang out today, but I totally forgot about it,with everything happening last night, so they came by because they were worried."
"Ah, okay."

She was still thinking about what else she could say when the waitress reappeared, bringing them their food. Thankful for the diversion she started to eat. When they had finished, he brought up the conversation again.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, you know, like what do we do now and that stuff. And what's my name now?" She mumbled the last part very ashamed and embarrassed.
Suddenly he started to laugh and she couldn't help but be hurt by his sudden outburst. He seemed to notice the change in her mood and stopped laughing.
"Sorry, just reminded me of something. And the name is Mariano." The name sparked her interest.
"As in Jess Mariano, the author of the "Subsect"?" It couldn't be. She had stumbled across his book per coincidence but it was one of the best she had read.
"Yeah, that's me. But don't tell me you actually wrote that piece of shit."
"You don't like it?" She couldn't believe it.
"If I could I would change everything besides the cover."
"Really, I loved it and I loved your writing. Are you working on a sequel?"
"Well, if you say so. No, at the moment I'm not. We got enough to do with Truncheon."
"Truncheon?"
"Our publishing house." Our? Did he already have somebody else? And why was she feeling so disappointed by that? She had only met him yesterday.
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