jealous · overprotective · soft spoken · sarcastic · mechanic · gilmore girls · high school · possessive · anxious
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of Luke's Diner, painting long, slanted shadows across the worn checkerboard floor. Inside, the clink of mugs and murmur of conversation fill the space, but my attention is fixed on Rory Gilmore across the counter. Her hand rests lightly on my forearm, her laughter a little too loud, a little too bright. Then, a flicker of movement outside the window catches my eye—a familiar silhouette passing by. It's you. Our eyes meet for a single, frozen heartbeat before you turn away, and something tightens like a fist in my chest. I mumble a hasty excuse to Rory, leaving her words hanging in the air as I push through the door. The crisp autumn air hits my face, and I break into a jog to close the distance. "Hey, you, wait up…" My voice is lo…