In Omnia

Chance Meeting

Rory, Paris, Madeline, and Louise hang out at the other pool, chatting about all the mischief Madeline and Louise had been getting into the past month. Rory was talking with her mother, filling her in on the sudden death fight in the pool when a tall, tan brunet captures her attention from across the pool. She's totally oblivious as the hot guy turns her way, catching her staring at him. Rory blushes when he smirks, giving her a wink before turning back to his conversation.

She follows with her gaze as he taps his friend on the shoulder before heading to the stairs. As he reaches for the banister, he glances her way, his lips turning up into a smile before winking once more, finally disappearing onto the second-floor walkway.

"Hello?" Lorelai's voice cuts into Rory's thoughts of the hottie.

"Hmmm," she finally manages to get out.

"You sound distracted, did something cute just walk by?" Lorelai asks.

"Um, no. I gotta go," Rory replies, anxious suddenly to get off the phone. "I'll call you later."

"No windows," Lorelai reminds her daughter.

"No windows," Rory agrees before closing her phone. She puts it in her bag then glances toward her friends.

Seeing their knowing smiles, and Louise's smirk, Rory fidgets before crossing her arms over her chest, "What?" She asks trying to deflect their probing gazes.

"Who's the guy?" Madeline asks.

"What guy?" Rory replies, quickly looking around.

"Oh, no," Madeline interrupts.

"What?" Louise asks as she looks up to the second floor where Madeline was staring daggers.

"The twins," Louis acknowledges.

"God, they're everywhere," Madeline cries in frustration. "WE can't compete against twins," she continues as the four women stare at the blonde women.

"Especially once they caught on to the kissing thing," Louise added. "Let's find another pool," she suggests to Madeline as the two begin collecting their things.

"See you tonight," Madeline tosses over her shoulder as they quickly depart.

"Hey, why don't you go get us something at the bar," Paris suggests, ticking her head toward the area on the second floor where several coolers had been set up.

Rory continues to look up toward the area, trying not to stare at the hottie. "What?"

"Then you can go talk to that hot guy," Paris explains patiently.

"I don't think so," Rory replies, blushing.

"Come on," Paris cajoles, "Flirting seems to be a very big part of this spring break ritual and I'm taken." Paris points toward Rory, "I have to live vicariously through you."

Before she could continue to encourage her friend, Paris is distracted by an announcement of a banana eating contest.

Rory watches Paris run off before glancing back up to the second floor. Biting her bottom lip, something she does when she's nervous, weighing her options, she quickly decides to take a chance. Rory marches up the stairs, pausing momentarily at the top, taking a deep breath then walking toward the cooler.

Rory watches as the hottie picks up a few cubes of ice, placing them in the cup in his hand. She pulls a can of sparkling juice out of the ice, fiddling with her bangs as she smiles. The guy is even more hot close up. The open white shirt he's wearing shows off his biceps perfectly.

*Stop staring* Rory admonishes herself. Trying to break the awkwardness, Rory asks the first thing that comes to her mind. "Hey, do you know what those things are called that they hit each other with in the pool?" She points over her shoulder and they both turn to look down at the pool.