The whole coffee ordeal in itself wasn't very exciting, I'll admit. The fact that I even saw Rory again was exhilarating, and it made me wonder about what was going on in her life. It wasn't like I became her stalker, no. I just had this thirst for her that I couldn't quite quench. So I called her grandmother.
The Emily Gilmore I had met many moons ago was uptight, close-lipped, and more things that I wouldn't dare say in her presence, let alone my mother's. I called her from a payphone, and one of their maids, naturally, answered. I asked to speak to "Ms. Emily Gilmore" and told her that I was a student at Chilton who wanted to ask her a few questions about her graduate. It apparently didn't sound too sketchy to either the maid or Mrs. Gilmore, as five minutes later I knew all I needed to about Rory.
She was currently in her last year at Yale, hence the run in. I asked her what her plans were the future and so on, which I already knew. They hadn't changed. She wanted to be an overseas correspondent. Her grandmother also added on the side that Rory was dating Logan Huntzberger, yes Mitchum's boy. I asked her why Rory hadn't graduated on time, why she was one year late. I could practically envision Emily stiffening as she told me that it was none of my business. Oh Mary, you are the ever-mysterious one.
I didn't see her for a week after that. One day, I was walking back to the parking lot where my friend's car was waiting for me after a particularly long shift. I was about to turn the corner when I heard Rory talking about her 'embarrassing fall in front of this guy a few days ago'.
"Don't worry, your spill wasn't that embarrassing," I cut in as I turned the corner. When she looked at me in confusion, I clarified who I was. "Coffee guy."
"Do you make a habit of eavesdropping on people's conversations? Because, you know, it's rude." Speaking of rude, Mary.
"I just wanted to let you know that you could stop avoiding me, I don't care that you fell down in front of me. I'm used to people throwing themselves at my feet," I couldn't help but let a bit of my old, cocky tone slip back into my speech. Perhaps then she would figure out who I was. "Oh, and here's that book you left."
Rory took the book sharply. "I had to pay a fine for that, you know. Couldn't you have dropped it off at the library? That's a $1.50 I'll never see again."
"You're very welcome, Miss Lorelei Gilmore," I said, before leaving her and her friend and jumping into the passenger seat of the black Volvo.
1/20/08
