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Chapter 4.

(Tristan POV)

Tristan could not believe his eyes. Was that...? No way it couldn't be.... It was... Rory! He saw the look on her face as she looked up at him. And then he watched her flee.

He hadn't seen Rory Gilmore since that play in high school. Since he was sent to Military School. She had been the only girl who wouldn't give him the time of day, the only one that didn't fall at his feet.

He thought back to how good she had looked at the winter formal and how much he wanted her that night. The fighting with bagboy when he had tied to get close to her. Then there was the time that they had kissed and how she had cried afterwards. His worse memory of his Mary was when she had said that she hated him. It had felt like an arrow in his heart. He had wanted to die at that moment.

But he was Tristan Dugrey and he didn't cry in front of people. There wasn't a time in him life when he'd let people see the real Tristan. He didn't want them to think that he was a pussy. Guys didn't show emotion.

Rory Gilmore was different. He knew that he'd be able to be himself around him. She would never pass judgment on him... if she didn't hate him.

All through Military school he had thought of no one but her. He was sure that the guys in there knew as much about her as he did. After all she was his favorite topic of conversation.

Once military school was over he had decided to stay in North Carolina. There was no way that he'd go back home to his family. He had no reason to go back there. Rory had a boyfriend, his friends had turned out not to be very good friends and his parents were still mad at him for not being everything they had wanted him to be.

Now he had made something of himself. He had graduated and had a business of his own. Sure his parents had loaned him the money but it was his. He was young to own his own business so that's why he had the help of a manager.

He had always hoped that one day he would be able to see his Mary again but he knew that that was unlikely. So, he had opened the one thing that would remind him of her everyday; a bookstore/coffee shop.

As he watched her run away he went to the front of the store to see if anyone had spoken to her.

"Hey Frank! That girl that just ran out of her, did you talk to her?" Tristan asked the guy at the counter. Frank was one of his best employees.

"She just asked me if the owner was here so I told her you were in the music department." Frank answered.

"Thanks Frank."

With that Tristan walked out of the store. He wished that he could go look for her. He just wanted to find her but it would have to wait. His plane was leaving for San Francisco in 3 hours. Business had to come first even if he had just seen his dream woman. He would have to wait 'til he came back to find her.

A/N: That was part 4. Short again I know but I'm about to start work on ch.5. Please review. Let me know if you have any ideas.