The bell over the door jingled as Y/N stepped into Stars Hollow’s tiny bookstore, the scent of old pages and fresh coffee wrapping around her like a familiar embrace. She barely had time to browse before a voice, dry and amused, cut through the quiet.

“Didn’t take you for the type to get lost in a place like this.” She turned to find Jess leaning against a shelf, arms crossed, that signature smirk playing on his lips.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “And what type did you take me for?”

He shrugged, stepping closer, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Still figuring that out. But I have to admit, I like a good plot twist.”