He walked out of the diner and looked around. There were so many people out
and walking around. Before, she had asked him if he told Luke about the
little girl he was having trouble comprehending was his daughter. Well,
of course he hadn't told him. He had thought, at that point, that if Rory
had run away like that, she didn't want them to know.
And that got him thinking again as he ran down the street in search for her. Why did she leave? She knew that Lorelai would have helped her. She knew. But yet she still ran away. Was she ashamed? Was she ashamed to have the kid? Or was she ashamed to have made the mistake in the first time? Of course! He had left her for god's sake! In fact, he had left her in that very bed that 6-year-old was conceived. He couldn't believe himself.
He checked his watch. 12:15. He had been searching for her for a fucking half an hour and he still didn't find her. He shook his head and slowed down his run to a walk. He licked his frozen lips. He had been running in the snow, the coldness of the snow, and the wetness of the snow. He turned the corner and met up with a building.
New York Times. The building that Rory worked in. He smirked. He had a feeling that she was in here. He cautiously neared the door, and opened the door. So this is what Rory had worked in every day? This seemed like her. Very business-y but still had spunk. He walked up to the head desk.
"Hey," he greeted the secretary.
"Hi, how may I help you Mr...."
"Mariano," he finished, "and I am here for an interview with Rory-," he corrected himself, "Amy James."
"Well you are very lucky Mr. Mariano, because Amy just walked in." She smiled. "You want to go on the 4th floor, and make a left, then go down a couple of doors and her office is number 31B."
"Well thank you-," he looked on the desk for her plaque, "Miss Fritz."
And he left for the elevator.
A/N: Oh, my god, you guys! I know that was a short chapter for not updating in like a year, but I just thought that could hold you over until the next time, which will probably be soon, because school ends on Friday. Well anyways... not supposed to be a cliffhanger, but kind of a "look-forward-to- next-time" thing.
Lori
And that got him thinking again as he ran down the street in search for her. Why did she leave? She knew that Lorelai would have helped her. She knew. But yet she still ran away. Was she ashamed? Was she ashamed to have the kid? Or was she ashamed to have made the mistake in the first time? Of course! He had left her for god's sake! In fact, he had left her in that very bed that 6-year-old was conceived. He couldn't believe himself.
He checked his watch. 12:15. He had been searching for her for a fucking half an hour and he still didn't find her. He shook his head and slowed down his run to a walk. He licked his frozen lips. He had been running in the snow, the coldness of the snow, and the wetness of the snow. He turned the corner and met up with a building.
New York Times. The building that Rory worked in. He smirked. He had a feeling that she was in here. He cautiously neared the door, and opened the door. So this is what Rory had worked in every day? This seemed like her. Very business-y but still had spunk. He walked up to the head desk.
"Hey," he greeted the secretary.
"Hi, how may I help you Mr...."
"Mariano," he finished, "and I am here for an interview with Rory-," he corrected himself, "Amy James."
"Well you are very lucky Mr. Mariano, because Amy just walked in." She smiled. "You want to go on the 4th floor, and make a left, then go down a couple of doors and her office is number 31B."
"Well thank you-," he looked on the desk for her plaque, "Miss Fritz."
And he left for the elevator.
A/N: Oh, my god, you guys! I know that was a short chapter for not updating in like a year, but I just thought that could hold you over until the next time, which will probably be soon, because school ends on Friday. Well anyways... not supposed to be a cliffhanger, but kind of a "look-forward-to- next-time" thing.
Lori