Rory just sat there. Not able to believe her grandmother not only set her up, but also set her up with a jerk. What could she do? Paris was on her way to England with Asher, Lane didn't have a car, and she could only imagine what her mother would say. So she just sat there, with no money for a cab and the closet ATM would be dangerous getting to.

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Saying Logan had a bad day would be an understatement. He just wanted to go to the pub and relax. Dealing with his father was just too much for him to bear anymore. He was relieved when the pub finally came into his view.

Walking in the first thing he saw was a brown haired beauty sitting all along. He figured her boyfriend was at the bathroom so he just went straight to the bar.

But after ten minutes no one came to her a table male or female other than the waitress. This spiked his curiosity. He decided she must have had a bad day to. So why not just go over there. What could it hurt?

He went over to her table and sat down. And just looked at her she was reading and didn't notice him at all. He cleared his throat, which caused her to look up.

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Rory decided to get her mind off of the whole mess and read.

She pulled out the only book she had. A book she usually wouldn't have read. Thirteen Little Blue Envelops.

She was deep into it completely oblivious to the stranger that just sat down at her table. She kept thinking what she was going to do whom was she was going to call?

And how in the world did she get herself into this situation?

She was considering calling on the last people ever. Dean.

They had become friends, even though she didn't attend his wedding, at the request of Luke.

She was considering calling him when. The sound of someone clearing his or her throat took her out of her trance.

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This girl was strange. She just looked at him waiting for him to say something, anything.

"Hi" was all he could come up with.

Thankfully she said "Hi" back.

"I was wondering" he began with "why are you all along?"

Her reply was simple " you couldn't have said anything better than that?"

"Well I figured you must be simple, plus it was the first thing that popped into my head." Was Logan's reply along with his famous smirk.

Rory had to admit he had charm, and lots of it. He was also cute. Very cute.

What was she thinking? Even considering flirting with this guy. It was obvious he was a privileged white male. Exactly the opposite of the kind of guys she went for.

But the voices of Paris, Tawna, her mother, even her grandmother were in her head. "Why aren't you seeing anyone?" "You've had quite the dry spell this year."

So she decided to take a chance.

"Could it be that I want to be alone?" Rory asked with a sly smile.

Logan came right back "Now why would a beautiful girl such as your self want to be along on a Saturday night?"

"Maybe I like quite" was her reply.

"If you liked quite you would be in your room at home. Not at the noisy pub." He accused.

She took a risk. "Well maybe I just wanted to meet a guy?"

Logan found this very interesting. He had to admit he liked this girl already maybe even enough to be more than just an escort to her. It was obvious that she was defiantly a boyfriend girl friend type of girl.

He took a risk of his own. "Well I might just be the guy you're looking for. What's your name?"

He answer was the obvious one " Rory Gilmore. Yours?"

He stated his name like he was surprised she didn't know him, I mean Gilmore was a well-known name in society. " Logan Huntzburger"

She knew he was probably of the big newspaper tycoon 'Huntzburgers' but she ignored because she liked this guy. "So Logan, why did you come over here?"

"Because you looked lonely" was his reply.

"And are you going to make me not lonely?" she questioned.

"Yes" was all he said.

"Let's go." She said this got up and grabbed his arm.

"Where are we going?" He asked as they got outside.

" Your cheering me up remember? You pick."

"Well ok then, lets go."

"Where?" She asked.

"Let's not spoil the surprise shall we"

She really saw herself with this guy. He was smooth, funny, charming, charismatic, and mysterious.

Logan also saw himself with her. The brown haired blue eyed beauty. She was funny, witty, and also mysterious.

Both of these young people knew this was going to be one heck of a roller coaster ride. They both knew they would be more than friends. And they both knew one day they would be in love and live happily ever after.

Now all Rory could do was silently thank her grandmother for prying into her social life. And setting her up with such a dud. Now she had Logan or at least she knew she would.

Boy whoever knew something her grandmother did would have such great consequences.