You listened to your sister, Rory, beg Jess to be nicer to your mother, Lorelai. The boy was only here to clean the gutters, as he was forced to by Luke.

He just agreed so Rory would leave him alone. “I should probably get to work.” he said.

Rory looked down. “Right,” she looked back up. “Sorry, go ahead.” She quickly turned away, walking back up the porch steps. She stopped in surprise upon seeing you there, reading, then resumed her quick walk to the front door in embarrassment.