A/N: I know that it's not an update to any of the three stories that I have going right now but I have a major case of writer's block and this story will only be like three chapters long, I'm just craving something…spontaneous, for lack of a better word.

Disclaimer: They're not mine…

As the bell above the diner door signaled the arrival of yet another customer he knew without turning who it was. Only one person in the world knew that the sign could be ignored and as he started a fresh pot of coffee he could hear her smile at the sight. "Hey." He said as he turned a dish rag in his right hand ready to scrub the imaginary grime from the counter as they spoke.

"Hey." She smiled, looking down at the counter where he wasted no time in scrubbing away.

"So…how was dinner?"

"Oh, you know…it was fine. They bitched, I listened."

"That bad?"

"Can we just not talk about it, it'll ruin the coffee."

"Sure." He replied, placing a mug before her and pouring her a brimming glass of elixir. She sipped at her coffee instantly, sighing a thank you after downing half the cup in one long sip. He returned to his task of cleaning the counter, occasionally glancing at Lorelai, who was gazing wistfully out into the night. "What are you thinking?" He asked finally, refilling her mug and leaning himself across the counter beside her.

"Why?"

"Well you aren't very talkative tonight. While I had thought that when this day came I'd be ecstatic… you're kinda freaking me out."

"I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately, you know? With Rory off at college and Sookie being a mom and the construction going on at the inn-"

"Lonely?" He interrupted.

"Yeah…I guess. But mainly tired."

"Tired?"

"Yeah." She answered simply, sipping unhurriedly at her coffee.

"Why are you tired?"

"Well I'm not necessarily tired, just tired of…routine. I mean I get up everyday, talk to my kid, eat here, go through pure hell trying to have the inn ready next month, come here and eat, go home and call my kid and then it's off to bed."

"You don't bath?"

"What do you mean 'you don't bath'?" She replied.

"Well during that whole play by play of your days not once did I hear you saying that you bathed."

"Well that's sort of a given."

"Well I didn't know that."

"It's implied."

"Says who?"

"Says everyone. I don't stink do I?" He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he pulled away. "WHAT!" She exclaimed, pulling her shirt to her nose and taking a deep breath. With no luck on the first breath she inhaled again, this time actually hearing Luke chuckle. She looked up at him, her nose still dug into her shirt and saw him laughing at her. A smile then encompassed her features and Luke resumed his position of leaning across the counter, Lorelai looking down at her coffee and beginning to laugh. Luke reached forward and using his index finger he tilted her head up, her eyes meeting his again.

"Now that's better." He smiled, removing his hand and holding her gaze. "You're smiling like yourself."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now back to your problem, you're tired of monotony, right?"

"Pretty much. When Rory was younger we were spontaneous. We did whatever we wanted and said to hell with everything else."

"Yeah, but most of the time you would rent a movie you'd seen a million times and glut on the same junk you had the night before."

"You're making it all seem so dull now."

"Well, if the shoe fits."

"Hey!" She exclaimed. "I'll have you know that we had some major fun on those nights, with all the banter and the movie quoting and the candy!"

"I never said that you didn't have fun, but when was the last time you did something entirely spontaneous? With total disregard for everyone around you, including yourself and just stuck with your gut." He waited in silence and literally watched her mind reel in thought.

"Since Rory and I went to Harvard." She finally replied, sighing and finishing off her coffee. "But you're one to talk mister, when in your life have you ever did something spontaneous?" Luke pushed himself away from the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. Unfolding his arms a sense of clarity seemed to hit him and he began unbuttoning his flannel. "What are you doing?" Luke only smiled and shrugged out of the flannel, lifting the sleeve from his right arm to show her a…tattoo! "Luke Danes with a tattoo! Oh my God!" She leaned across the counter and grabbed his arm, pulling him to her so she could get a better look. A blackened box was surrounded by arrows in what seemed to be a sort of compass…at least to her it did.

"What's wrong with tattoo's?" He asked, smirking at her as she began tracing it with her index finger.

"I never said that there was anything wrong with them, I've thought of getting one myself but I never pictured you with a tattoo!"

"Why not?"

"It's just…well for one thing you eat healthy."

"What does eating healthy have to do with having something printed on my body?"

"Well they sort of coincide. I mean since you eat healthy and claim that I am destroying my body on a daily basis by consuming unhealthy food I just assumed that a tattoo wouldn't appeal to you."

"Well it really doesn't. My dad had this same one and so did my grandpa, so when I was sixteen I decided to go and get one too." He explained, goosebumps forming on his arm from her light touch.

"A Danes tradition?"

"I guess you could call it that." He replied as Lorelai finally released his arm. "I just figured I'd go ahead and get it. Liz had gotten one on her ankle and dad sort made some comment about liking it so I figured I'd get one too."

"To please him?"

"I guess. I really didn't want to get it, but it was a sort of right of passage with him. We bonded a lot more after I got it."

"Well that's interesting. My parents would have thrown a fit. Is that the only one ya got?"

"Yes."

"So the last time that you did something truly spontaneous was when you were sixteen?"

"Yeah."

"So everything from then on has been monotony?"

"I wouldn't say that…"

"Luke you just said that the last thing you did spontaneously was at the age of sixteen. Look around you my friend, this place is the same, everyday. You cook, you pour coffee, you deal with me twice a day along with countless other customers, you clean up, you go to bed."

"You make me sound boring!"

"If the shoe fits." She countered, smiling mischievously. "Welcome to my world, my friend. That's why I'm so…out of it. My life lacks spontaneity."

"Life is what you make it Lorelai. If you don't like it then change it." Lorelai let his statement sink in and smiled up at him.

"That was awful Confucius-y of you."

"Well I'm a deep thinker."

"I see that now."

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"About what?"

"Lorelai!" He growled in frustration.

"I'm kidding!" She smiled. "I don't know what I'm going to do about it just yet. Let me sleep on it and I'll get back to you."

"Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow." He replied, removing her cup from the counter and rinsing it out as she made her way towards the door.

"Luke?" She said, turning to face him as she held the door open.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Anytime. Have a good night."

"You too." She smiled, closing the door and beginning to the short walk back to her house.

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