Talking: Part One:

Tristan's P.O.V.

I'm nervous. I called Dean and asked me to meet me here. I bet he's wondering why I called him. I would. I hope this works.

Dean's P.O.V

I wonder what this is all about. It has to be important. I guess I'll find out soon enough since he just walked in.

Tristan walked into the Starbucks and looked for Dean. He spotted him sitting at a table near the corner of the store. Walking over to the table he pulled out a seat and sat down.

" So Tristan…." Dean began.

" I know. You're wondering why I called you."

" Yeah."

" Well I didn't know how to go to. It's about Rory."

" Rory. What's wrong with her?"

" Nothing. You see… You see…"

" You like her."

Tristan looked at Dean speechless.

" And you're wondering how I know."

" Yeah I am."

" I knew before you did I think. Remember the first time we met?"

" How could I forget."

" I knew then."

" And you never said anything."

" Wasn't my place."

" I thought you hated me."

" Rory saw something everyone else must have missed, so I knew you couldn't be all bad."

" I know."

" You want my help?"

" Yeah."

" I want Rory to be happy. Can you make her happy?"

" I want the chance to. But I know I could make her happy if I had the chance."

" Good. Don't worry. I'll call you when the wheels have begun to turn."

" Thanks Dean. I owe you."

Talking: Part Two

Rory's P.O.V.

I wonder why Dean asked me to meet him here. He said it was important. After we talk about it maybe he can help me with my problem.

" Rory? Hello are you in there?" Dean said as he waved his hand in front of her face.

" Dean! How long have you been standing there?"

" A few minutes."

" Oh."

" Coffee?"

" Yeah. Why do you even ask?"

" It's fun."

" So…"

" Rory I asked you here because you seemed upset. I know you, we dated for a year and a half you know."

" I know. Am I that obvious?"

" No. Just to people who know you well."

" Wonder why my mom hasn't said anything."

" Too busy with Luke."

" Yeah."

" Anyway what's bugging you?"

" Tristan."

" What?"

" He didn't do anything. It's me, you know?"

" No I don't explain."

" Well you see I think I like him."

" Tristan?"

" Yeah. I'm sorry I shouldn't have told you."

" No it's fine. I want to help you."

" You do?"

" Of course."

" I just don't know what to do. I wish I knew. Do you know anything I can do?"

" Anything."

" Anything?"

" Yeah. You have to do whatever it takes to tell him or get him to see how you feel."

" Really?"

" Yeah."

" Thank you so much Dean. I'm going to go start working on an idea. Thanks again. Bye!"

" Bye."

' The wheels are turning. It's up to you Tristan. Good work Dean.' He thought as he went to call Tristan and tell him to put the plan in action.