Chapter 6
Jess looked over at the girl of his dreams with an uncontrollable grin at her cuteness. An impatient customer looked up at him snottily. "Excuse me. Are you going to pour some more coffee anytime soon?" Jess looked down at him with a stern, cold look instead of a smile.
"No."
He looked over at the table Rory was at; the one to the right of the door, where she sat, red-cheeked with her mother smiling, but looking sympathetic. Bravely, Jess walked over to her. And Lorelai.
Rory looked up at him with the tiniest of smiles, whereas Lorelai glared up at him.
"Hi," he said to Rory.
"Hi."
"Hi," he said to Lorelai.
"Hi..."
Luke walked over,worried Lorelai would kill his nephew. Jess looked at him.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Lorelai's head dropped into her arms. No, no, no... not again. Luke held his breath, leaving the table. Jess, however, stayed, clenching and unclenching his hands staring blankly at Rory.
"Okay, so... coffee?" He finally offered.
"No—" Jess frowned. "—I mean, yes. Yes," Rory stammered, smiling awkwardly. Lorelai stared at her daughter, not even attempting to hide the look of judgement. "Please," Rory continued, raising her cup unnecessarily. Jess tried to hide how shaky his hands were when he poured her some coffee.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He looked at her longer than a usual person would, then walked away in the weirdest, most jerky way possible.
Rory, looking freaked, glanced over at her mother, who was staring at her like she just told her she liked N'sync. Rory was oblivious as to why. "That's just so unfair."
"What is?"
"How I was Calamity Jane while he was friggin' James Dean!" She complained, looking more flustered than before.
Lorelai leaned away, scowling. "You're kidding, right?"
"No!"
Her jaw dropped. "He was the most awkward person I have ever seen, and I know Kirk! And you were... yeah, you were Calamity Jane, but at least you were equal."
Rory groaned, dropping her arm on the table frustratedly. "I don't like this."
"Try being me," she scoffed. "You may have to live 'Jess and Rory; later years', but I still have to see it. My eyes... they burn!"
"Oh, come on," Rory frowned.
Lorelai turned innocent. "What, I'm agreeing with you."
Rory gave her the doe-eyed persuader look and turned to her coffee. "...Things will get better, right?"
'Right."
"And—and less awkward... Right?"
"Sure."
Rory frowned. "You don't sound too convinced."
Lorelai's eyes went wider than normal. "That's it. I am never agreeing with anything you say ever again."
"Hm," Rory grumbled, turning to her coffee. Rory looked up at her mother, who had also turned to her coffee, and frowned. "Does it taste different to you?"
"Yes, it does..." Lorelai looked up at the ceiling dramatically, glossy eyed. "Like change..."
Rory glared at her mother and the odd pair went silent.
But every other second, Rory would sneak a peak at Jess, concentrating on every move he did and looked back down unsubtly whenever he snuck a glance at her.