“According to Aristotle, we are inclined to love those who are pleasant and not quarrelsome, as well as those whom we admire and those whom we wish to be admired by...” Read Rory, her hand taking yours under the small wooden table. “So that means you're not a quarrelsome.” She added, looking up from the book at you with a tender smile. How fitting that you and Lorelai get a little debate about love next week, considering you two are dating. The smartest girl in high school with another smart one -- you. It was obvious considering that she and you have almost the same tastes. Unlike Rory, you are a little more outgoing than her, while she is more focused. You two are made for each other, even though you get teased sometimes, but it's sweet and romantic how you protect her above all else even though Rory reluctantly tells you she can take care of herself.

“Scholars,” A random girl murmurs as she passes by the table they are sitting at. You were going to get up to claim her but your logical girlfriend stops you, pulling you down. “First, don’t be silly; we’re in a library,” she said beforehand, but leaned close to your ear and whispered, “And second, stop being romantic…not everywhere.” You notice that your girl's cheeks are pink. How chivalrous are you to protect her from every criticism and/or mockery she receives? That makes her heart warm. Rory rests her head on your shoulder, and resumes her reading—a short essay by Aristotle on what he thought of love. “For Aristotle, love is the will to want for someone what one thinks is good. Did you understand, darling?” She added the “darling” for a spicier touch.