A/N: Hello, loves! I am so sorry that it's taken such a long time to update. I've been pretty sick as of late, but I've wanted to force myself to get a new chapter out as soon as possible. I hope you all enjoy. (PS, I am not sorry for the Heroes reference.) xx
"Is this seat taken?" A familiar voice asked, prompting the man to look up. Brown eyes meeting blue all over again. They were the eyes he hadn't seen in months; the eyes he had spent too much time worrying over. With no words, he shook his head. He wanted so badly to tell her to go away, do get out of there. God, they weren't even in the states. How was this happening. She ordered a bottle of wine as he starred on, waiting for something to happen as the sky kept falling over him. It had been seven months since the pair spoke - since Rory dropped everything to go back to the blond dickhead that she claimed to be so madly in love with.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence and a half of glass of wine later, he finally sighed and hung his head low. "What the hell are you doing here, Rory?"
"Eating and having a glass of wine," she said with a smile, as if nothing had ever happened. She tried to make it seem like there had been no time spent in silence between the two, but he remembered every time he had to look at her. It was like every atom in his body was aching with hurt and anger.
He shook his head once more, "I mean what are you doing in London."
Rory frowned upon hearing his low, monotonous voice. "Logan's here for work. I thought I'd come along - get out of the house for a bit." She half shrugged as she tucked a piece of hair behind her hair and looked down at her lap. "What are you doing here?"
Jess took a sip of his beer and raised his eyebrows, feeling a sting pin at him that she was even asking that question. "Book tour," she said in a short manner, not wanting to explain even further.
"Another book? Jess, that's incredible!" Rory genuinely smiled and praised him. She felt bad that she hadn't known about it, but she had been busy trying to mend ties with Logan. "What's this one about?"
Jess scoffed and rubbed the back of his neck. "A guy with abilities. He has to figure out how to keep himself from blowing up half of New York." He nodded and smiled as he said slogan, "Save The Cheerleader, Save The World."
"Wow," Rory nodded, "sounds intense. I'm gonna have to pick that up later."
The man finished off his beer without saying another word and paid his bill while Rory was still sitting across from him, saying absolutely nothing. "Goodnight, Rory," he said as he stood up and pushed in his chair.
He thought he had gotten out of there easily, but instead once he had gotten down the hallway of the hotel, he heard her heels clicking on the ground as she was running to catch up with him. Jess tried his best not to yell at her and instead kept walking until he felt her hand on his left shoulder. "What do you want, Rory?" He rubbed a hand down his face and took a deep breath before she answered.
"You're acting like you don't want to see me," she protested and crossed her arms.
Jess shoved his hands in his pockets and laughed. "Yeah, that's because you chose to leave. Don't act like it didn't happen when it did." After silence fell upon the girl, Jess turned around and started heading back to his hotel room. Sadly, he still heard the click of Rory's shoes behind him, but chose to ignore it completely. Once they had gotten upstairs and reached his room, Jess sighed and turned back to face Rory. She was standing in the hallway with big sappy eyes that made Jess weak in the knees. He didn't want to give into her, but sadly, he felt as if he had no other choice. "Wanna come in?"
Rory's face lit up as she nodded rapidly and bit her bottom lip, keeping her mouth from turning into a full-blown smile. Jess had never seen the girl after an entire bottle of wine, but he was starting to understand that she almost turned into a small child that wanted nothing but attention. Normally, he wouldn't have minded this much, but he was still drenched in anger from the entire situation. He was irritated and felt nauseous and all he wanted was to go to sleep.
"Let's order some champaign," Rory suggested as she walked into his hotel room and immediately grabbed the room service menu from the bedside table. The girl plopped down on the bed, making her jump up from hitting the mattress too hard.
Jess shook his head and sat down next to her, trying not to get too close. "I think you've had enough for the night. Don't you agree?" He asked with a small hint of concern in his voice.
The girl shook her head and scrunched up her face. "No, no. Not yet." She flipped her small frame over and crawled her way over to the phone. "Room service," she requested. "Yeah, can I get your best bottle of champagne?"
Jess groaned at the request. It wasn't that he didn't have the money to pay for it, but he didn't want Rory to stay any longer. "Why champagne? It has no taste to it."
"We're celebrating. Duh." She said it with complete ease, like he was in on whatever she was talking about.
The man shut his eyes as tight as possible and released them after a few moments. "May I ask what we're celebrating?"
Rory sat up straight and placed her head on his shoulder. "My divorce papers, of course."
With those five words, Jess' heart started racing. He didn't know what to think about the situation, but he could already tell that he'd be picking up the broken pieces of Rory Gilmore once again. She was so far gone at this point that he didn't know where to start. The divorce was a miracle to him, but he didn't think that the girl would be headed into a downward spiral. This isn't what he originally pictured, but he took it for what it was. "Glad to hear it," he said with a bitter tone, trying not to let his excitement show through. "It's been a long time coming."
