The train ride Jess found himself in was awfully loud that day. Maybe choosing to come to Stars Hollow on a Saturday was a mistake, but then again, he was already halfway through to give up.

He would make sure to complain to Luke all about it for the following days, that was for sure.

The only thing allowing his brain to function at this point were the words written on his pocket-sized novel, that he read with much interest. He had forgotten his earphones, so the only sound was endless chatter and the distant cries of a baby — loud, nonetheless.

A few rows of seats ahead, closer to that excruciating noise, sat you. Not to visit Luke, but to visit the family you hadn't seen in what felt like ages. The Girlmore girls awaited your arrival in Stars Hollow, but time seemed to pass by agonizingly slowly in this particular ride.

As if the universe was playing with you, orchestrating the sobs of the child across from you, the woman in front of you, adorned in designer clothes and scarily long, manicured nails, began to scream at the poor soul speaking to her on the phone.

Not to mention the spoiled boy kicking your seat from behind while his father scrolled through his phone, blissfully ignorant of his son's lack of manners.

Unable to handle it, you stood up, grabbed your bag from above and tried to look for a seat far, far away from the zoo you managed to escape from.

Jess didn't take his eyes off his book as you sat on the only available, empty double-seat situated in front of him. Took a book from your bag and began reading it.

As the baby's cries grew louder, Jess frustratingly put down his book, muttering a curse. His eyes drifted around, until they landed on you; on the book you were holding.

The same as his own.

He didn't think of starting a conversation, as he never did. Social interactions were the thing he dreaded the most — unless they involved a fight.

Jess tried to read another chapter, with no success. He harshly placed the book on his lap, his jaw clenched.

Then he saw you smile. You weren't looking at him, but he knew you were reacting to his frustration. It was amusing, in another's perspective, but Jess was too upset to understand that.

"Feels like the damn opera in here," Jess muttered grumpily.