"Hey."
"Ready to go?" Tristan asked her, gesturing towards the car.
"Yep, where are we going?"
"Well, this is your town. Any good coffee places."
"We're going to Luke's."
"Okay, you're gonna hafta give me directions." He started to turn to go back to the car when he realized Rory was just standing there looking at him. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing." Rory realized she had been staring at him. *Stop that, Rory. What are you doing? You canNOT be checking out Tristan. But he looks so good out of his Chilton uniform and the suit he had worn to her grandparent's house. Ok, you need to stop now. Seriously. Think about something else now. Coffee, think of coffee.*
"Okay then do you wanna go?" He gave her a weird look, but she didn't move. He put his hand on her back and guided her off her porch before she stopped daydreaming.
"Oh, yes, right. Let's go. We should definately go. Unless you don't wanna go. We don't hafta go. I'm in absolutely no hurry. But we better go get coffee soon cuz I haven't had enough today and pretty soon I'm going to start going crazy."
"I think you're already there." Tristan said laughing.
"Shut up." Rory said glaring at him.
"Rory, why are you babbling?"
"I'm not babbling. Am I babbling. If I was babbling then I would be talking really quickly and I would get out of breath really quickly and I would be making no sense." Rory took a deep breath when she finished talking.
Tristan was laughing at her. "Alright, maybe we shouldn't get coffee. I think you've already had enough."
"Oh no, I need more coffee. Coffee calms me down."
"So you mean it has the opposite effect on you that it has on everyone else."
"Yes."
Tristan opened the passenger side door for her before walking around to his side and getting in.
"Thanks."
They didn't talk at all on the way to Luke's, except for Rory telling Tristan where to turn.
"Okay, you can park right there." Rory told him, pointing to a spot right in front of the diner.
"Um..Rory, are you feeling okay? That's a hardware store." Tristan said, pointing to the hardware sign.
Rory sighed. "Just come on." Tristan parked and Rory jumped out and ran inside, eager to get her coffee. Tristan followed her.
Rory bounced up to the counter and sat on a stool. "Hey, Luke."
"Hey, Rory. Where's your mom?" He looked up and saw Tristan walking up and sitting next to Rory. He glared at him. Then he turned back to Rory. "Who is he?" He looked back at Tristan. "Who are you?"
"Tristan DuGrey, sir." Tristan told him, extending his hand. Luke glanced at his hand before grunting and turning back to Rory.
"What are you doing here with evil Tristan?"
"Luke, can we just order?"
"Fine, what do you want?"
"Two large coffees."
Luke turned to get their order.
Rory thought for a moment. "Hey, Luke? Can you make those to go?"
"Okay."
Tristan looked at her strangely. They got their coffees and Rory dragged him out to the car. "Drive" she commanded when they got in.
Tristan started the car. "You mind telling me where we're going?"
"You'll find out when we get there" she told him excitedly.
"But how will I know where to go?"
"Just drive."