There was Dean. Steady, dependable Dean, now wearing a hockey jersey she hadn't even known he owned. For years, Rory had been the sun he orbited. Even after their messy breakup, she’d grown accustomed to his lingering glances and the comforting safety net of his pining. Then she saw her.
The contrast was a dull ache in her chest. Dean was reliable; Jess was a mystery. Dean was "there"; Jess was "somewhere else". In a moment of uncharacteristic impulsiveness fueled by resentment, Rory grabbed the phone and dialed. She left a message for Jess—angry, jagged, and full of the frustration she couldn't voice to his face. [S3E15] Face-Off
"When you get home," she whispered as they walked toward his car, "could you just... delete the messages on the machine? Don't listen to them. Just delete them". There was Dean