Chapter Seven
"Hey some chick called for you." Chris blurted the moment Jess walked in.
"Who?"
"Someone from The Harvard Crimson. She sounded hot. Here!" Chris thrust the paper with the name and number to Jess, who looked at it oddly. Paris Gellar? Why was that name so familiar?
"Dude are you gonna call her or mild meld with that piece of paper?"
"Are you sure the name was Paris Gellar?"
"Yeah why?"
"Um…no reason."
"Dude, you look weirded out."
"I'm fine. Are you sure it was The Harvard Crimson and not the Yale Daily News?"
"Uh yeah."
"I guess I should call her back then."
"I guess you should." Chris turned back to his work, bored with this conversation.
"You're positive this is right?" Jess asked looking at it again, something didn't add up here.
"Dude, I can take a fucking message okay! It's right! Jeez!" Chris threw down his pen and walked out. "I'm taking a break!"
Jess picked up the phone and dialed the number on the paper. It rang twice before someone picked it up.
"Hello?" A voice answered. He knew that voice. He knew that voice very well. "Hello?" Rory said again. Jess didn't say anything. "Jess? Is that you? What is with the not talking when you call people thing? Look, I have this article that I have to do for the paper. Can you just help me out here and give me an interview? After that you never have to speak to me again if you don't want to, I promise." She paused for a moment. "Please Jess." She pleaded.
"Can you come to Philly?" He finally managed to choke out.
"Depends. When?"
"Does this weekend work?"
"Sure."
"I'll meet you at the store at three o'clock Saturday."
"Thank you Jess."
He hung up the phone with a click, unsure of what to say.