Rory was at the same party that you were, some fancy one in the hills of LA.

Rory decided to sneak away from the party to take a smoke break.

He snuck up to one of the rooms he knew had a patio.

As he walked into the room he saw you sitting on the rail of the patio.

He went over and sat next to you, he was trying to recognize you.

"Party not your style?" He asks.

He grabs a cigarette out of his pocket and takes out his lighter.

He lights the cigarette gently placing it between his lips.