"Yale" "Newspaper." Logan finds Rory hard at work. A man leaving the coffee shop just leans down over me and asks if I'm writing the greatest play in the world. He sees my desktop, which has this Word document open and a tiny window of Logan and Rory staring at a computer, in this weird meta self-aware moment. I explain that this isn't a play at all. "I write plays," he says to me. "Oh," I say, because that's all you can say to a stranger who is touching your shoulder, leaning over you to read your laptop screen. "Is this a screenplay, then?" he asks. "Are you writing the best screenplay in the world." "No," I say. "Are you writing that television show?" he asks, like this is some Super Sims that I can control with my words. "I'm writing about the show," I say. "I don't write for the show." "You write about it?" he asks. "Like a critique," I say. "Is it the best critique in the world?" he asks, and for a moment I worry that he's about to shout, "Because I got banned from TWoP three years ago and you fuckers won't let me back on your Nazi forums because you're a bunch of fascist losers and I can't believe you got Wonderfalls cancelled, you bitch!" So I say, "No, it's not the best critique in the world. That's a lot of pressure." "You should do that," he says. He points at himself. "I get paid to write those kinds of things," he says, confusing me. "Good luck with that," he says, and then leaves. I think I'm supposed to do something life-changing with that exchange, don't you? When crazies talk to you in movies and television shows, you're supposed to take that moment and turn it into the rest of your life. With my luck, that was Berlanti. Perhaps, after this hiatus, I'll have figured out my new destiny.
ANYWAY. Rory's still wearing her shopping clothes, so I guess on Saturday afternoons she and Logan head to the Yale newspaper room to work on articles. Rory tells Logan she's determined to finish her article before her caffeine buzz wears off, so she's only got another thirty seconds left. Logan sits on Rory's desk and casually asks if he saw her on State Street. Rory interrupts his question to tell him that he did, indeed, see her, and that she saw him. Logan asks if they're still "good." Rory says they are, since they both agreed to "no strings attached." Logan is incredulous and says it's good to hear. Satisfied, he asks if she'd like to get some coffee right now. She asks if he's got a master key to a Starbucks somewhere. Logan says they'll go old school, walking in and paying. Rory stands up and hits her strummy-strummy-la-la screensaver.