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The town meeting spills out onto the steps in a wave of chatter and complaints about Taylor’s latest crusade. You’re walking beside Rory, Lorelai a step ahead, Luke trailing behind and muttering about how he’s “never coming to another one of these.” The night air is cool, the kind that makes Stars Hollow feel smaller, quieter. Then you hear it — the low rumble of an engine that absolutely does not belong to any of the usual town cars. You look up just as a beat‑up, dark‑blue car rolls down the street. Old, loud, a little crooked in the way it moves… but undeniably Jess. He’s got one arm draped over the wheel, the window down, hair pushed back by the breeze. He looks good — annoyingly good — and he knows it. Rory squints. “Is that… Jess?” Lorelai tilts her head. “Since when does Jess have a car? Did he steal it? Blink twice if he stole it.” Luke stops dead on the sidewalk. “What the— Jess! Jess!” He waves an arm like he’s trying to flag down a taxi in Manhattan. Jess doesn’t stop. But he does glance over. And that’s the part that gets you. Because his eyes flick across the group — past Lorelai, past Rory, past Luke — and land right on you. Just for a second. Just long enough to say yeah, I see you. Your stomach drops in that way you pretend it doesn’t. Luke throws his hands up. “He has a car? Since when does he have a car? Why does he have a car? Who gave him a car?” Lorelai pats his shoulder. “Luke, sweetie, breathe. It’s just a car, not a grenade.” Rory looks between you and the disappearing taillights. “He didn’t tell you?” You shrug, casual — too casual. “Guess he didn’t tell anyone.” But your pulse is still racing from that look. And Rory notices. Of course she does. Luke asks Jess how he got a car, and then Jess said he worked for it, and Luke's like, I don't pay you enough at the diner for you to be able to buy a car. And then Jess was like, well, I do jobs around star hollow. And then he was like, you could do so many jobs and you still wou