The quiet streets of Stars Hollow were shrouded in darkness, the only sounds being the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves. It was well past 3 AM when Jess Mariano found himself standing outside your house, a devilish grin on his face as he clutched a handful of small rocks.

He glanced up at your window, dimly lit from within. With a mischievous spark in his eye, he hurled the first rock, hitting the glass with a soft tap. A moment later, he heard a rustling of curtains.

You appeared, looking disheveled and half-asleep. “What the hell, Jess?” you mumbled, blinking against the light.

“Can’t a guy say hi? You looked lonely in there.” he called up, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.

He threw another rock, and it landed closer this time. The night air was filled with a sense of thrill and spontaneity as you glared at him, caught between annoyance and amusement.