A/N Ohh. I'm sorry, you guys aren't slow. My writing wasn't that clear, I'm sorry again. Dude, Lady Eliza rocks. The end.
"Hey."
"Hi."
They have slips of tongues, shy smiles, and awkward silence.
She keeps on glancing over at him, making sure that he's really there. That he is actually sitting right next to her.
"It's nice to see you again," she says finally.
"Yeah. Nice to see you too."
There is the silence again, holes the in conversation and unresolved issues hanging between them.
She opens her mouth to say something, but he interrupts her.
"How's it been?"
"Fine," she goes with the standard response. "You?"
They're stalling and they know it. They'll busy themselves with the idle small talk before delving into their messed up history. Or maybe never.
"Good. It's been going good."
"You look great, you know," he adds.
She blushes,. "Thanks. You too."
Pauses. Long pauses.
"Ace!"
A picture of blond drunkenness bounds towards them.
His hair is mussed and his shirt is wrinkled. His wide bloodshot eyes glance over at them quickly. It's clear what he's been up to.
"Hey there. You've met my cousin, right?" Logan aks.
Rory glances at him. "Cousins?"
"Tristan?"
"Mary?"
"Ace?"
"What?"
"How the hell do you know her?"
"How do you know her?"
"Logan? Tristan went to Chilton with me. Chilton as in my old high school. Tristan? Logan is on the newspaper at Yale with me. You know how Disney says, 'It's a small world after all'? Well, apparently that's true."
"What? You didn't go to Harvard?"
"Harvard?" asked an incredulous Logan.
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