Summary: R/T. A business trip. A wedding chapel. A realization.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except maybe my fabulous wardrobe and the key to my house. But do I really own that?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Chapel of Love~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory on the phone with Lorelai: Don't worry mom I've been on business trips before.
Lorelai: Yeah, I know. I just don't like it when you leave me.
Rory: I live in New York mom. I'm always away from you.
Lorelai: Exactly my point! I hate it, that your there without me. I'm stuck here with no one but me, myself, and I.
Rory: Don't forget your charming boyfriend Luke. Who I'm sure would be less than pleased to here about how you forgot about him.
Lorelai: Ok, fine. Have it your way. (Rory could tell she was putting on her pouting face)
Rory: Tell you what, next time I go somewhere interesting, I'll take you with me, ok?
Lorelai: Promise?
Rory: (laughing) Yes mom, I promise.
Lorelia: Good now that we've got that settled we can discuss your love life or lack there of.
Rory: Sorry mom, but I've got to finish packing.
Lorelai: Are you serious? My daughter, Rory Gilmore, is NOT finished packing. Even if her flight leaves in 5 hours? What is this world coming to?
Rory: Funny mom. I'm not done because YOU keep calling every 5 minutes to make sure I'm gonna be ok.
Lorelai: Ok, ok. I'll stop. But you have to promise me that you'll call me when you get to your hotel.
Rory: I will.
Lorelai: Bye sweetie.
Rory: Bye mom. (hangs up)
"Las Vegas here I come! Ok time to pack" (phone starts ringing) "Mooom!! Grrr…
~~On the plane~~
Rory: Excuse me?
Flight attendant: Yes mam?
How long before we land?
About 40 minutes.
Oh. Thank you.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
No thank you.
~~in the airport, looking for her luggage~~
"Come on, Come on. Where are you?" Rory watched as everyone else got their luggage except for her. And maybe some other guy who she couldn't quite make out. From what she could she he was blonde, muscular, and taller than her bye at least few inches.
Her bag then caught her attention. With it's bright pink lock how could she miss it. She had bought that lock after her first few business trips. Realizing exactly how alike suitcases are, she decided to get something to make hers stand out, but not too much. Her lock has never failed her yet.
Hauling the large heavy thing off the conveyer belt, she made her down toward the exit. She walked past the man who she was looking at before who was now talking to a group of people. She noticed they all looked and talk like business partners. And she figured they probably were.
She didn't however notice the blonde man starring at her as she passed by, and continued to stare at her till she was out of sight.
