Rory opened the door and bravely walked inside. She didn't have to go far. He was standing in front of her. His brown eyes widened at the sight of her. She actually took the time to take in his appearance. His disheveled hair perfectly in place, the stubble on his chin only making his jaw line that much more prominent, his dark jeans contrasting his brown Wallflowers shirt. Rory smirked. He was the same Jess. Older, wiser, more mature, but the same Jess. There was no changing him.
Rory searched his face for some indication of some sort or reaction. It was solemn. Rory exhaled sharply, asking herself how did she run out on him three minutes ago without even saying hello? Here he was full of maturity and all she had to show was her same old childish ways.
Rory bit her bottom lip, trying to steady her emotions. In what seemed like an eternity, she finally gathered the courage to speak.
"Hi."