Sun light shined through the curtains, as the young girl turned to face the windows. Slowly she sat up and stretched before she climbed out of the comfortable bed.
Picking up the phone she dialed a few numbers and after briefly talking, she hung up. Once again she picked up the phone and dialed another number.
" Lorelai speaking."
" Mom?"
" Rory! What's up?"
" Nothing. You?"
" Just sitting at Luke's annoying him and waiting for you to call me."
" Oh."
" Ready to get picked up?"
" Not yet. I just woke up."
"
Really. You know it's almost one right?
" Wow."
" When did you get in?"
" 2:30."
" That late?"
" Yeah."
" Who drove you?"
" Tristan."
" Huh. When do want me to come get you?"
" Two hours."
" Okay. Two hours. By the way, you owe me a story."
" Same to you."
" You first. Bye."
" Whatever mom. Bye."
Rory hung up the phone and went to answer the door. Rory tipped the server and then poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat down and ate her breakfast before getting up to take a shower.
**meanwhile at the DuGrey's house**
An insistent ringing awoke Tristan from his sleep. Grabbing his cell phone off his night table, he answered. After talking to his mother for a few moments, he hung up and got up.
Walking into his adjoining bathroom, he took a quick shower. After dressing and fixing his hair he sat down on his desk.
' What can I do today?' he thought.
Grabbing his keys, he ran downstairs and out the door.
**back at Rory's hotel room**
Rory was brushing her hair into a ponytail when someone knocked at the door. Putting her brush in her bag, she went to answer the door.
" Hey mom. Let me grab my bag and then we can leave."
" I checked you out already."
" Cool."
Rory zipped up her bag and picked it up. Turning she faced her mother.
" I'm ready. Let's go home."
Tristan haphazardly parked his car and jogged into the lounge. Going up to the desk he waited for the clerk to see him.
" Can I help you sir?"
" Yes. Can you tell me if someone has checked out yet?"
" Yes. Who?"
" Rory Gilmore."
" Yes she did. She checked out ten minutes ago."
" Oh."
" I'm sorry."
" Thanks."
Tristan went back out to his car and got in. Hitting the steering wheel in frustration, he started the car and pulled out of the Palace's parking lot.
**back at their house**
" So you two kissed?"
" Yeah."
" Rate him."
" Umm… on a scale from one to ten I give him a 9.5."
" Why not a ten?"
" He'll be a ten the next time we kiss."
" Ouch. Dean never ever made it past seven."
" He wasn't that good of a kisser."
" You really like him."
" What makes you think that?"
" I can tell. You're glowing and you look kind of distant when you're talking about him. We Gilmore's to that."
" Did you tell him yet?"
" No."
" What? You kissed but didn't tell him?"
" Yeah. He left before I could even say more then one word."
" God kid."
" Mom."
" Sorry. When will you tell him?"
" When the time is right."
" Which will be when?"
" I don't know yet."
" Aren't the morning afters the greatest."
" Oh yes."