The door opened.
"Great! You're here. I'm starving," he said right away.
Rory got the hint that he didn't recognize her. She was after all wearing sunglasses.
"Um, yea-yeah," she didn't know what to say.
It was still him. The same eyes. The same face. The same lips. – God! I cannot be thinking this! This is Jess! The guy that left me! Remember? —she thought.
"Um... you, uh, want to go?" he asked. Rory noticed that she was still in the doorway.
"Uh, Yea-yeah, sure," she said, staring at her shoes while she walked.
"You want to take my car or yours?" he asked.
"Mine," she said this because she could be free to leave whenever she wanted.
They hopped in the car, and Rory started it.
It was a *long* silence.
But Rory waited for him to break it.
Then he did.
"Amy, right?" he asked. She was amazed that he didn't recognize her.
"Mmhmm." She replied with a slight nod.
"You seem very tense Amy," he said.
Rory turned to look at him. That same smirk. She put on a fake smile.
"You do know I know that isn't your real smile, don't you?" he asked. Rory turned her head back to the road.
Neither one of them said anything the whole rest of the ride.
He didn't notice her. –Hmm, maybe I could take advantage of this—
They reached the coffee store. They went in.
"Coffee for me. Any thing for you, Jess?" –ARG! I should of called him Mr. Mariano! I'm such a ditz!—
"I'll have water, thanks."
The waiter showed them their table, and gave them their drinks.
Rory drank hers in a split second.
"Whoa, slow down there," Jess said, then remembered something. "One of my girlfriends used to love coffee. But... yeah"
-- He's talking about me!-- "Oh, the one you were talking about in your book?"
"Yeah... you've read it?" he seemed to be flattered.
"Some," she didn't want to seem too stalk-ish.
"Mm."
Rory put her tape recorder on the table, and pressed the record button.
"So, any girlfriends?" she asked, but this wasn't for the article, this was for her own benefit.
"Um... no."
"Why not? You seem very attractive," she was joking here. She put on one of her real smiles this time.
"Why don't you take of your sunglasses; we're inside." He said taking a sip of his water.
"Um...no, I'd rather leave them on, if you don't mind," she looked down at her empty coffee cup.
"Ok, I don't mind," he backed off it.
Rory didn't want him to know it was her, not just yet. She needed more time.
"So, where did you grow up?" she asked already knowing the question.
"Well, till I was 16 I was in New York, then I moved to Connecticut, then I lived with my dad in California for a while, then, I wrote a book, which led to another, 'Her,' which was based on my time in Connecticut." He said.
"So you were with your dad," she whispered to herself, but he heard it.
"Yes," he drawled it out. "You look familiar, do I know you?"
"Uh," – Oh, God, he noticed me – "You, uh, look familiar too," Rory said. But she had already knew this.
"Well you could, uh, take your shades off, and I could see your eyes."
-- is he really doing this?--
Rory took a deep breath, then dropped her head, and took of the sunglasses.
She took another deep breath, then looked up at him.
He looked dumbfounded.
"Ro-Rory?" he asked a little unsure of himself.
Rory looked down at his hands, which were on the table; they were shaking.
"Yeah, uh, Jess, it's Amy now," she corrected.
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"Great! You're here. I'm starving," he said right away.
Rory got the hint that he didn't recognize her. She was after all wearing sunglasses.
"Um, yea-yeah," she didn't know what to say.
It was still him. The same eyes. The same face. The same lips. – God! I cannot be thinking this! This is Jess! The guy that left me! Remember? —she thought.
"Um... you, uh, want to go?" he asked. Rory noticed that she was still in the doorway.
"Uh, Yea-yeah, sure," she said, staring at her shoes while she walked.
"You want to take my car or yours?" he asked.
"Mine," she said this because she could be free to leave whenever she wanted.
They hopped in the car, and Rory started it.
It was a *long* silence.
But Rory waited for him to break it.
Then he did.
"Amy, right?" he asked. She was amazed that he didn't recognize her.
"Mmhmm." She replied with a slight nod.
"You seem very tense Amy," he said.
Rory turned to look at him. That same smirk. She put on a fake smile.
"You do know I know that isn't your real smile, don't you?" he asked. Rory turned her head back to the road.
Neither one of them said anything the whole rest of the ride.
He didn't notice her. –Hmm, maybe I could take advantage of this—
They reached the coffee store. They went in.
"Coffee for me. Any thing for you, Jess?" –ARG! I should of called him Mr. Mariano! I'm such a ditz!—
"I'll have water, thanks."
The waiter showed them their table, and gave them their drinks.
Rory drank hers in a split second.
"Whoa, slow down there," Jess said, then remembered something. "One of my girlfriends used to love coffee. But... yeah"
-- He's talking about me!-- "Oh, the one you were talking about in your book?"
"Yeah... you've read it?" he seemed to be flattered.
"Some," she didn't want to seem too stalk-ish.
"Mm."
Rory put her tape recorder on the table, and pressed the record button.
"So, any girlfriends?" she asked, but this wasn't for the article, this was for her own benefit.
"Um... no."
"Why not? You seem very attractive," she was joking here. She put on one of her real smiles this time.
"Why don't you take of your sunglasses; we're inside." He said taking a sip of his water.
"Um...no, I'd rather leave them on, if you don't mind," she looked down at her empty coffee cup.
"Ok, I don't mind," he backed off it.
Rory didn't want him to know it was her, not just yet. She needed more time.
"So, where did you grow up?" she asked already knowing the question.
"Well, till I was 16 I was in New York, then I moved to Connecticut, then I lived with my dad in California for a while, then, I wrote a book, which led to another, 'Her,' which was based on my time in Connecticut." He said.
"So you were with your dad," she whispered to herself, but he heard it.
"Yes," he drawled it out. "You look familiar, do I know you?"
"Uh," – Oh, God, he noticed me – "You, uh, look familiar too," Rory said. But she had already knew this.
"Well you could, uh, take your shades off, and I could see your eyes."
-- is he really doing this?--
Rory took a deep breath, then dropped her head, and took of the sunglasses.
She took another deep breath, then looked up at him.
He looked dumbfounded.
"Ro-Rory?" he asked a little unsure of himself.
Rory looked down at his hands, which were on the table; they were shaking.
"Yeah, uh, Jess, it's Amy now," she corrected.
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