A/N: thanks for the reviews! i cant believe i actually wrote another chapter..and i havent even started homework. oh well. anyways, i made a blog thing, and the link is in my profile, so if you want updates on different stories and such, you can go there. anyways, this is the new chapter so tell me what you think. enjoy and review.

chapter five

She showed up at Realidades, the new restaurant she was doing work for at nine o'clock sharp, in another pencil skirt, brown this time, and an off-white boat neck sweater, looking sophisticated but still somewhat laid back, something this guy, Finn Morgan, was known for.

"Ah, Miss Gilmore, love, you're early," Finn told her as he walked to her, lifting her hand and kissing the back.

She couldn't help but smile, "Hi, Mr. Morgan, this is quite the place you have here."

And it was amazing. Booths lined the back walls, with a dark brown paint and a light trim with low lights, giving it a romantic feeling and a small dance floor in the center with a stage for bands and a DJ. A club and a restaurant.

"Thanks, doll. My business partner and I like it," he said, smirking. He had to admit, when Logan first told him of this plan, he almost laughed until he cried. Then as Logan talked more about her, Finn knew he had to meet her for himself and inevitably, if this girl was as much as he was told she was, Logan and she could maybe be happy together.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he should be here any moment. He likes to keep us all waiting."

"Oh, stop being such a drama queen, Finn," a voice came from behind them. A familiar voice.

She was sure her jaw hit the floor as the blonde haired, current bane of her existence walked into the room, in all his business suit glory. She hadn't seen or talked to him since her angry message two weeks ago. Finn had called that morning and told her he and his partner were unavailable to make it for some personal issues, and they had rescheduled, much to Rory's delight.

"Hey, Ace," Logan said, smirking. He still felt guilty after hearing her message, and had to admit that she was right. He was just as commitment avoiding as she was. He didn't know why he always left before she awoke, but it just seemed right. He didn't want their relationship to be another one night stand, so it was like if she never saw him leave, they would never say goodbye, making it easier to just pick up where they left off for the next time.

"Logan," she said curtly, once she had regained her composure.

Finn just stood between the two, smirking like an idiot, wondering when the two idiots before him would figure it out. Finn felt a vibration in his chest pocket and pulled his cell phone out and grinned. "I have to take this, it's a new redhead," he said quickly, walking to the back of the restaurant.

Once he was out of earshot she burst, "You arrogant bastard! You tricked me into this!"

"No," he corrected her, "I tricked Finn into this."

"I can't believe you," she exclaimed. "Tell Finn I'll be in contact with him later this week," she said, tucking their manila folder file under her arm.

"Woah, woah, wait a second. I am half ownership in this, too." He moved in front of her to stop her from making it to the door. "You can't just talk this all through to me? You know, the works of it all. Publicity, whatever."

She grimaced, "As much as I uh, would love to do that," she began sarcastically, "I think I should just handle this all with Finn."

"It probably won't work out too well for you. I'll just say that now."

She rolled her eyes, taking his bait and giving in, "And why not?"

He smirked, "He's leaving for Australia tomorrow for two weeks."

"You still have two months before you open. I think I'll manage." She breezed by him, and he caught the vanilla and rosewater scent he always knew to be unique to her. Sure, it was a common scent, but hers also had another ingredient in the mix. Coffee? He didn't know, but he liked it.

"Rory," he said, grabbing her upper arm to spin her back around.

She looked pointedly at his hand and he let go. "Talk to me."

"I think it's all been said."

"No! We never finished that conversation!" he exclaimed.

"No, we did. You issued an ultimatum and I refused." She shrugged, "Not that complicated."

"I thought that it was being postponed until you felt better."

"No, you assumed. And I don't feel better, so therefore it's still postponed."

He sighed, "Look, can I just treat you to a cup of coffee?"

She looked down at the little bit of tile between their close proximity, the ground not exactly clean of drywall from the construction. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"So this is your choice?" he asked, his voice full of defeat.

She bit her lip and nodded before slipping out the door into the New York street.

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He opened the door to his loft, briefcase in one hand, a brown paper bag with a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. Yes, she had made her choice. He had made his. At this point, there was nothing better than a night at home with a bottle of alcohol, his only true friend.

Finn had come back to a silent Logan and an absent Rory. Logan relayed Rory's message to Finn and his friend pat his back sympathetically, offering such words like 'maybe she'll change her mind'.

He knew her. When she made her choice, that was that.

It didn't explain everything. Like his old undershirt that he couldn't find in her room the morning she moved, stashed away in one of the boxes he had helped her unpack. He had questioned her and she just turned away and blushed, shrugging indifferently, telling him to throw it away if he must.

He had just put in a drawer with her clothes.

He closed the door shut behind him with his foot and set his briefcase by the door; he wouldn't be doing any work tonight. When he moved into the living room, to say he was shocked, was to say the least.

She was sitting there, in her work clothes, one leg propped up on the other that rested on the coffee table as she examined a cut she had gotten earlier that morning from shaving, her pencil skirt drawn up her thighs.

He swallowed at the sight of her bathed in moonlight. "How did you get in?"

"Your doorman. I told him I was your sister. If we ever come back here, we probably shouldn't be doing anything dirty in front of him."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He paused, standing in the doorway of the living room. "What are you doing here?"

"Calling the shots. That's what I'm supposed to do, right?"

"I thought you made it clear what you were going to do." She stood up, her skirt falling back down to her knees, and she smoothed it over with her hands.

She nodded as she walked to him, brushing hair off his forehead before clasping her small hands on the lapels of his suit jacket. "I never told you what I was going to do," she said, smirking.

"You mean you had this planned?"

She smiled, "No. You're right. I was going to be done with this. But then, I had a completely crappy day after I left your guys' place, and when I got back to the office, the first person I wanted to call was you. Well, we both know how that would have gone."

"So?" he asked, too tired to dig too deep for answers, too fed up with her coming and going to even want to know when she'd be gone next.

"So here I am," she stated firmly.

"How long before you yell at me again?"

She let go of him and stepped back, biting that lip again. "You were right, we need to talk." She shook her head, "But not tonight."

"Where is this coming from?" She sighed again, why was he asking all these questions, doubting her motives?

"I want to see where this goes. I mean, maybe we are too old for these relationships, but no one is dictating us." She looked down, "I couldn't make myself let you go."

Girl talk wasn't really his bag, these emotional, overdramatic conversations about life and love and emotions, yeah, that's a big no for him. But this, this was okay.

"So what now?" he asked.

"You actually stay the whole night?"