Lorelai stood outside to get out of the hustle and bustle of the lunch room. She wasn't feeling hungry and truthfully, Rory had never liked eating in public or in front of people. She didn't know why it wasn't like she had an eating problem but there was something oddly intimate and vulnerable about it.
Rory found a seat near a girl. She looked normal beyond the large ears. Lorelai figured she was maybe an Elf? That seemed the most logical race. "Hey," she said when she sat nearby with her tray propped on her own knees, precariously balanced.
Rory had never heard of that book, but that was unsurprising. Where she was from, there was no saying it was even a thing. She wasn't subtle about her confusion.
"Oh. Right." Rory rubbed the back of her neck and took the moment to look away. This was awkward. She tried to remember a time, back home, when she'd been decent with people. Now everything was turned upside down.
