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"Luke! Coffee is needed by this customer!" I yelled as I entered the diner. I chose to ignore the fact that I had a weird, unusual dream last night, and focused on now. I grinned as I sat down at an empty stool while Luke was filling up a cup of coffee.
"You need a cup of death?" He questioned.
"How else will I get my daily dosage?" He rolled his intelligent blue eyes and handed me the cup. The aroma was strong and delightful, causing my grin to increase. Luke gave me a confused look.
"Are you gonna shoot me with a gun or something?" he asked, but immediately knew his mistake.
"DIRTY!" I screamed into his face, giggling with delight.
"I blame myself," he retorted. "Burger and fries okay?"
I nodded once and he disappeared into the rush of the diner. I sighed at the thought of him, my mind in pieces. Whenever he happened to run into my thoughts, everything would go blank, and I only heard him. Even in this diner where the people didn't stop coming, the other voices were gone when we spoke. However, when he left, noise filed the air. I overheard Andrew talking to Ms. Patty and Babette about something, but I wasn't quite sure what.
"Patty, can you please ask Taylor? Demand for books are rising, and I'm running out of copies."
"I'm sorry Andrew, but the man just won't listen! I tried asking him about a new rail for the ballerinas at the studio, and he denied it. Those little girls can barely reach the bar! All he said was that, if we wanted a new rail, we had to do a fundraiser. You know, sometimes that man can just get on my nerves…"
I ignored the rest of this conversation, pondering what Patty had said. Taylor couldn't even afford to buy a pole of wood? Pathetic. I lost my thoughts once again, though, as Luke came by with my delicious looking food. I smiled and he frowned. A confused look crossed my face. "Huh." I said.
"What?" He questioned as he refilled the coffee machine.
"I don get it," I began. "How do you run a diner, and not like the food?"
"Lorelai, we've been over this before." He gave me a look, but I ignored it completely.
"That's not an answer," I replied wittily.
"This crap kills people. It's unhealthy and disgusting, but it brings the money in. I prefer food that doesn't sag or drip when you eat it."
"Like what food?"
"As in steak, potatoes, homemade things…"
"That sounds good!"
"Well," he started. "If you would like to try some, I will gladly cook for you tonight."
My face lit up instantly. "Really?"
"Really." He had finished with the coffee machine and was leaning on the counter. He smiled at my excitement. "Is seven okay?"
"Perfect." I stood to leave and get back to the inn. Luke gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and was gone within seconds. I left the diner, looking forward to what night would bring.
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The outfit I picked out could not have been better. A red blouse and black slacks, the perfect match, at least in my opinion. My dangled silver earrings matched exceptionally well with my silver necklace. Luke had given me both of them, so I thought this would be a great occasion to wear them. My black flats felt good, and my hair was curled to perfection. With one last look in the full body mirror, I grabbed my purse and headed to the Jeep.
On arrival, the diner was emptying out. One last couple was paying for their dinner. I noticed that Caesar was checking them out, and wondered where Luke was. As the couple left, I aimed in Caesar's direction.
"Wow, Lorelai," he stated. "You look great. You looking for Luke?"
"Yeah, um, do you know where he is?"
"He should be upstairs."
"Thanks." I walked to the curtain near the counter, pulled it back, and climbed up the steps. When I reached the top, I rapped on the door to Luke's apartment twice, before anyone came.
Then the door swung open, and the m of the hour was standing in front of me. "Hello," he said with a grin.
"Hi," I replied, a devilish noise in my voice. That's when it hit me.
The incredible aroma coming from this tiny space. I swear I felt my heart stop. A mixture of vegetables, coffee, and just the homemade food smell surrounded the room. When Luke saw my reaction, he just bellowed a long, hard laugh. It took me a second to trigger my heart, before I could talk.
"What is that?!" I exclaimed, shock filling my mind.
"The best meal you'll ever eat," he replied. "A marinated sirloin steak, with garlic mashed potatoes, a small side of chicken pot pie, with another side of macaroni and cheese. Followed by, for dessert, a classic banana split."
"Your going to eat all that?" I questioned, amazed by his cooking skills.
"No, you are. I'll have a little bit of everything, but you'll probably eat the rest. Remember, you have an iron stomach, right?"
"Thank God for that," I answered, still somewhat immobile bye the scent.
'Come on," he gestured as he lead me to the table, a cup of coffee in front of my seat. I smiled at him. "You know me so well."
He smiled back, and we began our amazing feast.