Hey guys! School/exams are finally over, thank the lord. Sooo I can write stories again, yeahhhhh. But I really do want feedback, so please please please read and review. Shout-out to the lovely Iscah McKrae, for whom I am picking this story back up again. Hopefully it will please you all—I've definitely become a better writer since 2007 (when this story was last updated), and I'm hoping that my ideas for the story are still appreciated by you all!

"God, can't we just leave? Screw your girlfriend," Jess complains.

"Oh, I intend to, which is why we have to stay…" Jess' fist comes flying to Matt's shoulder and he laughs.

"Come on man, be serious for a minute. God, I don't even know how you convinced me to come here. I just want to freakin read."

"Jesus, relax will you? I'll buy you a book or something, just calm down and get ready to enjoy a nice evening with this girl."

"Man, what does she even look like? Is this even going to be a good night for me, or are you just bullshitting me so you can have fun?"

"I'm sure she's gorgeous…"

"You didn't even ask?"

"Well she has an exotic name, so it can't be too bad, right? It's like Leilani or something. No, that's not it. Something like that…"

"What, Lorelai?"

"Yeah! That's it! How'd you know?"

"…I was joking." Jess sat there, staring at his friend in disbelief, before moving to stand and run. He is bolting toward the door, with Matt yelling in his wake, when he slams into a tiny figure. They both tumble to the ground and he gets up, embarrassed and tries to help her up, before realizing who it is and promptly dropping her.

"Hey, what was that for?" she said incredulously. Then they met eyes, and they physically could not move. Rory had spent the rest of the train ride convincing herself that it was a coincidence and that this Jess couldn't possibly be her Jess. Jess was still reeling from the realization that his idiot friend had set him up with Rory. His Rory.

Lucy and Matt were oblivious to the other couple, smiling coyly at one another in anticipation for the night to come. Lucy is the first to realize Rory has not yet gotten up from the ground, and that the rest of the restaurant patrons are staring at them. She pulls her up, breaking the eye contact, and drags Rory to the table as Matt glares at Jess until he follows suit.

Dinner is somewhat of a sordid affair, with Lucy and Matt attempting to make polite conversation while Rory and Jess eat in complete silence. They barely even look at each other.

Once they get out of the restaurant, Matt addresses the problem rather bluntly. "What the hell is wrong with you two? You've barely looked at each other, much less tried on this date. Aren't you two supposed to be getting over someone? You gotta work at it!"

They both stare at him blankly, before Jess says, "It's her."

It takes a few minutes, but everyone is finally on the same page. "Oh. Well. Okay then."

Lucy pulls Rory to the side, leaving Matt to talk with Jess.

"It's fate!" Lucy sings, beaming. "You two are meant to be!"

"What are you talking about?" Rory says blankly, fed up with this night, with her life, with men.

"You and Jess are meant to be together. You went on a blind date and ended up with each other! How much more obvious can it get?"

Then Rory starts laughing. She's cackling, really, to the point where she's crying. She is delirious with both pain and utter amusement, overwhelmed with the flow of emotions. It's too much for one week.

"Fuck you for bringing me here, man. I can't believe you."

"Well how was I supposed to know the one girl from Yale that my girlfriend was bringing would be your girl? Of all things. If anything this means you two should be together—it's too big of a coincidence. The forces of the world have aligned to bring you two here or some shit, and now you gotta just go for it."

They stop talking when they hear Rory's feverish laughter and turn to see her gasping for air, leaning against the wall laughing. Jess glares at his friend as he walks over to her, confused and tentative in his movements.

They meet eyes again. This time, it's even more powerful of a pull. She turns and collapses into his arms, no longer laughing. His lips crash into hers and she latches on, never wanting to let go. They are both thanking any number of deities in the world that if nothing else, they share this last moment together.

"Well, whatever else happens between us, at least we know that part works," Jess said with a crooked grin.