Chapter One. (Really short. Sorry… Just an intro. I'll elaborate later)

Rory woke up to the smell of coffee. She kept her eyes closed, trying to retain the quickly disappearing images of her dream. Unbidden, a pair of soft brown eyes and coy laughter floated to the surface of her memory. She knew whose laugh that was. Forcing her eyes open quickly, she turned over to find Logan still sleeping soundly. Smiling at his peaceful face, she managed to forget about the face in her dreams. She kissed Logan gently on his forehead and got up to find the source of the coffee. She found Kimberly in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in one hand and a weathered copy of Pride and Prejudice in the other. Rory quietly got herself a cup of coffee and sat down next to Kimberly, who didn't notice a thing. Rory smiled to herself. The beautiful teenager in front of her was definitely her daughter. Everything from her soft brown hair to her ravenous appetite for literature she had inherited from her mother. The only thing she had gotten from her father was his undeniable charm. The combination of both her parent's good looks and intelligence had combined in Kimberly to make most every boy in Stars Hollow to fall madly in love with her at some point. Some had never recovered. Kimberly herself had never reciprocated any of these feelings for anyone but she had never led anyone on. Nevertheless, the line of admirers and hopeful wooers only grew longer as Kimberly grew older. She was as intelligent, kind, beautiful, rich, as charming as her father, and as witty as her mother.

Kimberly finished her chapter and finally looked up. "Morning Mom. Dad up yet?"

Rory shook her head and answered, "Hurry up and get dressed. We're going to Luke's early today. Dad has to go in early to the office."

Twenty minutes later, Logan, Rory and Kimberly were seated at their regular table at Luke's. "Morning Luke, where's my mom?" Rory asked, looking around.

Luke had come to take their order. He looked nervous as he answered, "She's at the inn, left early today. Hi Logan, Kimberly."

Kimberly smiled coyly up at her step-grandfather. "What's wrong Luke? Grandma mad at you or something?"

Luke started. "What? Oh… No… No nothing like that. I just ah. Well. Never Mind. What'll you guys have?"

He took their orders quickly and almost ran away from them.

Rory gave her daughter a strange look. "What do you think is up with him?" Kimberly shrugged and got out her book. Soon, she was immersed in her fictional world and her parents had taken up an argument from yesterday over Middle Eastern politics or something like that. A few minutes later, the door to Luke's slammed shut and Kimberly tore herself away from her book to look up. A boy about her age stood there, staring at her. He had tousled brown hair, he was tall and lean, and he wore a tight black shirt that hugged his defined abs. On one arm, he lugged a huge duffel bag and in the other, he held a thin black book. But Kimberly was transfixed above all by his sparkling brown eyes. They seemed to be glancing into her very soul. The whole time Kimberly had been studying him, he had never taken his eyes of her face. Kimberly was used to attention from guys, but she felt her face heat up from this boy's intent stare. Before she could find her voice, Luke had rushed out from the kitchen and grabbed the boy upstairs. The entire diner was silent until Luke returned a minute later and barked, "What's your problem? Go back to eating, the lot of you!" His face was red and he ran back into the kitchen, avoiding Kimberley, Rory and Logan's questioning glances. Slowly, the murmur of conversation picked up again and soon, the diner had returned to normal. Kimberly returned to her novel, but she couldn't seem to concentrate. Those deep brown eyes seemed to still be staring at her.