Under the sprawling branches of a massive oak tree in Stars Hollow's town square, the late afternoon sun painted dappled patterns on the pages of your book.

"Interesting choice," a voice interrupted your reverie, its tone carrying a hint of curiosity.

Startled, you looked up to find a young man with an unruly shock of dark hair standing before you. He wore an air of nonchalant confidence, a half-smile playing on his lips as he glanced at the book in your hands.