Pippa may not realize it, but Rory's actually grateful to her for working the bar. Not that he really wants the distance, but it does allow him to get through setting up with a minimum of distraction. Not no distraction, mind, but a minimum.

They've just completed the initial sound checks when he glances up to see her ... heading for the storeroom. He stands at the edge of the stage, lost to indecision until he feels another nudge on his back, this one from Junie's shoving hand.

"Go," she mutters, then looks exasperated at his hesitation. "Move your Irish arse, Stone. She's not going to be in there forever. Go."

So much for subtlety. He sets his guitar down and follows the pretty waitress without a backward glance. He doesn't want to know how many of the band are grinning at his retreating back, anyway.

After stepping silently through the opened door, he spots Pippa scanning some nearby shelves. The door clicks as he shuts it behind him, and he smiles into her eyes when she glances over. "Hello." He briefly debates asking her if she needs a hand with anything, but judging by the soft blush that just came up in her cheeks, she already knows why he's there.