"seems like someone's pussywhipped out of his mind! right, bost—" ah, was it really a morning at sicily's if cerise didn't get whacked upside the head by boston or emerel? even though rory hated to admit it, though, cerise had somewhat of a point. rory had frantically googled heart attack symptoms after you left from your quick pop-in to the pizza place— he was genuinely convinced he was dying or something because his heart was beating so fast. but cerise gave him a hard pat on the back and snickered, "buddy, you're in love." he sang, giggling to himself before rory shook his head frantically, pushing the preposterous idea out of his mind before going back to scrubbing metal pizza dishes.

rory didn't want to be in love. it made him nervous— and he was nervous enough already! all the guys made fun of him for being a 'gentle giant', quiet but built like a five-star linebacker. he was quiet, with a trembling voice and his huge frame often making the other people in the kitchen unable to squeeze past him, which he always profusely apologized for. but since rory was so inexperienced, he needed advice— so he went to cerise. rory rationalized, fuckboys would have good advice on being in love, right? wrong. that was his first mistake, going to cerise; so he went to boston next, since he'd heard that he was actually in a committed, long-term relationship with his girl from rutgers. boston gruffly told him to just "shoot your shot, 'cause you never know if you don't ask." that was enough for rory, because it got him all antsy and excited. to everyone's shock, boston actually helped rory, adjusting his collared shirt and calling his girl to help rory pick the best flowers for his little crush (pink + white tulips).

sweating and absolutely dwarfing your little cherry red door, rory tugged at his collar for the hundredth time as he shifted awkwardly, waiting for you to answer the doorbell. he felt like a dumb teenager waiting to ask his crush to the prom, but he had to ask for the dad's blessing first or some bullshit.