Rory blinked at her statement and groaned. "Well... I guess I'm fucked no matter where I end up then." All because her heart was a fucking traitor. Oh well. "Maybe you'll survive and can tell my story."
Once Gigi was done with her order, Rory delivered hers: a fully loaded, greasy double cheeseburger with bacon, extra cheese, and a large order of fries. If she was going to deal with being offed in a horror movie, she was eating something revoltingly delicious first.