A/N + Disclaimer: Here's the thing- the WB owns all the characters, settings, etc. I only use them in a pathetic attempt to get some appreciation. First time as a Gilmore Girls fanfic writer, but I've always been a fan. Don't flame me badly, please. And do add constructive criticism!
The expensive leather suitcase flew onto the sidewalk with shouts following it out the third floor window of the classy-looking Victorian townhouse. Lorelei Gilmore the Third looked up from her copy of the New York Times. Shaking her head and taking another bite of her bagel sandwich and sip of her coffee, she looked back down.
It was only for a second, though. She looked back up the instant she saw who had ducked. It was a tall blonde man with spiked hair, wearing an expensive, black, double-breasted coat that was unbuttoned over his equally, if not more expensive attire.
He shook his head as he picked up the suitcase. His long legs helped him stride across the street, and Lorelei looked back down at her paper quickly.
The blonde man sat down, sighing heavily and grumbling.
"I suspect she had her maid pack it, otherwise, it would have been down before I was." He mumbled. Lorelei tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked up.
"Bagel?" She offered, picking up the bag.
The man laughed and looked at her for what seemed like the first time.
"Maybe I misheard you. Did you offer me a bagel?" His face, she noted, had barely visible crinkles around his eyes, telling her he laughed a lot. He seemed surprised and amused.
Lorelei nodded.
"Thanks." He slowly crept his hand into the bag, grabbing a plain one.
"Oh, you're no fun!" She exclaimed suddenly. "Most people get the odd ones, like cinnamon blueberry chocolate raisin crunch or something!" Then she smiled. "Coffee?"
"You're certainly full of surprises." He replied.
"Is that a yes or a no?" Lorelei asked, leaning forward slightly.
Looking at the bits of snow on the sidewalk, and the rosy cheeks of the woman beside him, he sighed happily.
"Why not?" She handed him the cup of her favorite, mocha chocolate chip. Normally she wouldn't share it with anyone, not even the woman who introduced it to her, her mom.
Taking a sip and then handing it back, the man rubbed his hands together. "Tristan DuGray. And you would be?"
"The brunette woman who sits in front of classy-looking Victorian townhouses, prying on bachelors that are kicked out by their model and/or actress girlfriends." Lorelei replied, hiding her shock with the infamous Gilmore sarcasm.
"Is there a name that goes with that?" Tristan asked, remembering an old crush of his that had a similar wit about her.
"Lorelei." She found herself shocked that she had opened her mouth at all- To this complete stranger—Wait, stranger, he wasn't. It was strange behavior for Tristan, but.. "Lorelei Gilmore the Third. As in Rory Gilmore."
"You probably don't remember me, I was just this--.."
"Are you kidding me? Ever since we last met, I haven't stopped thinking about you." Rory stopped him ahead of time. "Has the thought of me ever--.."
"Every morning and every night..." Tristan leaned back on the bench.
"An interesting twist of fate, Tristan." Rory chirped. "Scone?"
"Chocolate chip?" Tristan asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Is there any other way to have them?" Rory asked, winking.
"Definitely interesting twist of fate." Tristan replied, digging through the bottom of the bag.