"Finding an apartment in New Haven is a tremendous pain."

"Still on the hunt, huh?"

Paris sighed. "I've been starting to consider Craigslist. Of course Rory was supposed to be helping me with the search but now that's not happening. Doyle and I are going to live together instead." She blushed a little bit as she said it, feeling a little self-conscious. It had been so out of the blue, but she couldn't afford a place by herself.

"Paris, that's great," Jess said, sounding genuinely happy for her, instead of like a brooding idiot who wouldn't admit that he still had feelings for his ex-girlfriend.

"It'll be different, but I think it will work out fine. We're looking for a two bedroom place in case we end up hating each other, or in case we end up needing to find a roommate. It's all very practical. But it's a little exciting too," Paris admitted.

"It sounds like it. Everything's really changing, huh?"

"You're living in Philadelphia, Rory got arrested and dropped out of school and I'm moving in with my boyfriend, which I never thought would happen in a million years. So I would say you're right about that." Nothing was going how Paris had planned, but she didn't really mind. "So what are you doing out in Philadelphia, anyway? You never told me."

"I'm actually working at a printing press," Jess said. "We print a couple of books and a magazine every month. It's a pretty cool place so far. I think I could work here for a while."

"A printing press? I have one of those. So working at a printing press… are you working on anything?"

"What makes you think I write?"

Paris scoffed. "Please, anyone could see that you've got that tortured author look from a mile away."

"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not. When did you get a printing press?"

"Did I not tell you about that? Asher left me his antique one when he died. It was in our dorm for a while but Rory made me move it to a storage unit. It's actually costing me a fortune to keep. Do you think you guys could use it over there?"

"No, because we use modern technology and not moveable type. Generous offer, though."

"I thought I would give it a try," Paris said with a shrug. "Know anyone who would want a printing press? I don't really have a use for it and I don't think Doyle really likes me having my dead boyfriend's parting gift around."

"Try Craigslist while you're there. And maybe don't refer to Asher as your dead boyfriend when you have a very much alive boyfriend that is about to move in with you."

"Good call. You give decent advice. I don't know how you couldn't work things out with Rory." Paris flinched as soon as the words were out of her mouth. "Sorry."

"Giving good advice does not always make for a good relationship. But yes, I am quite insightful."

"Speaking of relationships, how are things with that coffee shop girl?"

"Well she lives in New York and I don't, so that was pretty much the end of that."

"Ha!" Paris exclaimed. "You were together. I knew it."

"We were just friends," Jess said, none too convincingly. "You just worry about your own relationship. I heard that moving in together is what really tests things."

"Where did you hear that?" Paris demanded.

"Oh, you know. Around."

"Jess!"

"Would you look at the time. I've got to get going. Have fun with the apartment hunt!"