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Chapter 12: Déjà vu?

"Tristan?" Rory asked, rubbing her arm. "Mom, you used your nails," she said. But when she turned her mother was gone. "What is it with the people appearing and disappearing today?"

"Can we go somewhere to talk?" Tristan asked.

"I have to be somewhere," Rory answered. She got up and started walking towards the door.

"Rory, don't run away again," Tristan pleaded softly. But she was already gone. He sighed, but started after her.

"Hey!"

Tristan turned around, assuming the comment was directed at him.

"Tristan right?"

"Yah, and who are you?"

"Luke. I own this place. Do you plan on paying for the coffee?"

"I didn't order it."

"I don't care if you ordered it. Are you going to pay?"

"Dude, it's like a buck or something. Can't you put it on their tab or something? Rory talks about this place all the time. I'm sure they have a tab."

"Maybe they do, maybe they don't," Luke answered, not wanting to tell them that they did indeed have a tab. A rather lengthy one in fact. One that he never intended to make them pay.

"Fine, whatever." Tristan reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet. "Shit," he said.

"What, you don't have a buck?"

"I haven't changed my money yet, I just got back from England. Do you take credit cards?"

"Nope."

"Checks?" Tristan asked.

Luke shook his head. "Looks like you're going to be scrubbing dishes."

Tristan groaned. "You can't be serious?"

"Do I look like a man who jokes?"

"The coffee's worth a dollar!" he protested.

"There's gloves and an apron in the back. Caesar will help you get started."

"Damn," Tristan muttered as he walked around the counter to the back room.

Luke smiled to himself. 'At least I got him away from Rory.'

*****

There was a knock on the door. Lorelai looked out her bedroom and saw it was Tristan.

"What the hell took him so long?" she wondered. She had expected him to turn up right after Rory.

"Can you get that?" Rory yelled up the stairs, I'm dressing."

"Getting in the shower," Lorelai lied.

Rory answered the door on the fourth knock.

"People are so impatient these days-"

"You left your CD."

"You flew all the way from London to return my CD?" she asked.

"Yes and no," Tristan answered. "I flew all the way from London to apologize in person. Returning your CD was just a way to get over here."

"You don't need an excuse to come to my house Tristan, you know that."

"No I don't," he answered. "Rory, I know you're pretty upset with me right now. And hell, I would be too. I'm an ass, I admit it."

"No Tristan, you're not, I overreacted."

"Rory I-"

"STOP!" Rory yelled. Tristan took a step back in surprise. Rory leaned against the doorframe, her eyes wide with fright. "This is so weird," she mumbled.

"What?" Tristan asked.

"My dream last night. This was my dream. Exact words and everything."

"So you know what I was going to say?" he asked.

She nodded.

"And you knew what I was going to do?"

She nodded again.

"Are you going to let me?"

"No," she said. "I'm so sorry."

She moved aside and gently closed the door, leaving Tristan outside, CD in hand.