The week was delightful. You browsed the current movies showing and settled on a comedy that piqued your interest. After queuing for popcorn and snacks, you strolled through the mall to while away the time before your movie began.

There he was, Jess Mariano, clutching a bouquet of tulips, his expression one of preoccupation as he paced in circles. It appeared he was awaiting someone. Admittedly, you had no fondness for him, finding him quite annoying, yet a flicker of sympathy crossed your face when your gazes met. This sentiment quickly faded, though, overtaken by the urge to rib him about being stood up.

"Oh, how adorable. Where's your date? Did she mention an allergy to flowers or something?" I ask with a soft chuckle, extending an offer of popcorn to him.

"She's just late," he rationalized, yet it appeared to be an excuse to change the topic. "But it's fine. She will arrive." His expression was a blend of irritation and embarrassment.

Damn it, of all people, she had to be the one to find me here, huh? And who's next? Rory Gilmore? Jess thought to himself.