I do not own the rights to Gilmore Girls. All characters are creations of Amy Sherman-Palladino.
Sunday morning, Rory had brunch with Paris and Doyle. After brunch, Doyle had to spend some time with his parents before they left, so he politely excused himself. Paris had noticed that Rory seemed unusually quiet. Rory was cradling her coffee cup and staring off into nowhere in particular.
"Rory? Hello...are you listening to me?" Paris waved her hands a bit and sounded irritated.
Rory looked over at Paris and then realized she hadn't heard a thing she'd said in the last few minutes.
"Oh. Paris, I'm sorry. What did you say?" she looked apologetically at her.
Paris pursed her lips and then released a sigh. "You saw him yesterday, didn't you?"
Rory tried to play innocent, "Who?"
"You know who. What happened?"
"We said like two things to each other...and…" Rory peered into her coffee as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"And?! Gilmore, don't hold out on me."
"Don't get upset." she looked up at Paris, who was staring her down, "He kissed me."
"I'm going to kill him. He hasn't seen you in 13 years and he kisses you. I mean what if you were married or dating someone? He's still the same old Tristan."
Rory let out a laugh. "It's okay. I don't think he's the same Tristan. Something is different."
"Well, did you at least talk after the kiss?"
"We were going to, but one of the staff ran by saying you were looking for me. I gave him my cell number and then when I looked for him later, he was gone." I hope my disappointment isn't showing too much. I don't want her to know there is still something between us. Not until I know what exactly is going on.
"Did he call you or text yet?"
Rory shook her head no. Paris could see that she didn't want to discuss it any further. She changed the subject, as if they hadn't had a conversation about Tristan and started talking about wedding seating arrangements.
A few hours later, Rory was reading a book and relaxing. She was having the floors in her townhouse redone, so she was staying at the pool house for a couple days. Her grandmother wanted her to just live in the pool house, but Rory's townhouse was closer to work. She could walk when it was nice out. She worked for Hartford's largest online news website, she still went into the office when necessary, but was mostly allowed to work from wherever she wanted. Rory was about to put the book down to find food when her text message alert went off.
(860) 555-4500: Hi. It's Tristan.
Rory: Hi. What happened to you yesterday? I looked for you.
Tristan: I couldn't take being in there with all those people. Sorry I left without saying bye. I figured you had your hands full with Paris.
Rory's stomach growled loudly. She wanted to order food, but she also wanted to talk to Tristan. She really didn't like to text that much and liked conversations in person. She wasn't even sure if the decision she was about to make was a good one.
Rory: Do you want to have dinner with me?
Tristan: Like right now? It's 4. Have you become an old lady, Mary?
Rory: Haha. I had a late brunch with Paris. We don't have to order food immediately. I want to catch up in person.
Tristan: You just want me to kiss you again. ;)
I'm glad he can't see my face right now.
Rory: I can rescind the dinner offer if you're going to be obnoxious.
Tristan: It was a joke. I apologize. I would love to have dinner. Where?
Rory: My grandparents' pool house.
Tristan: Okay. I'll be there in about 15 minutes. ;)
Rory: Cool. See you soon.
She put the phone down and looked around. This place was a mess. She got up and frantically started to clean or at least make it appear clean. She always refused to let her grandmother's maids clean the pool house until she was gone. She liked her things to be left alone because she could remember where they were if she put them there. 15 minutes had never gone by so quickly. She heard a knock on the door.
Yes, you will have to wait until the next chapter to see what happens. Plus, I'm tired. I need to go to bed. Lol.