A/N: this is just some fluff, written from Lorelai's point of view. Thanks for reading!

Every time the door jingles I cringe.

It's almost as if I expect Jason to enter the diner.

He'd glance my way suspiciously, and I'd feel bad, for being here, for telling him that I was catching an old rerun of my favorite show.

I'm not doing anything wrong, exactly.

Sitting, observing Luke's every move, his strong arms inching across the counter top.

Such a neat freak.

I'm not doing anything wrong by wishing that his strong arms, like those on the label of his macho-man milkshake containers, were caressing my body.

I'm not hurting anyone.

Except maybe myself.

I'm sure that if Jason knew he'd have a fit, pick me up like a toy doll and throw me onto the streets.

Actually he couldn't pick me up.

Muscles don't develop from sitting in a stuffy office all day in front of a computer screen.

Muscles develop from cleaning counters.

Luke doesn't realize how much he captivates me, as his arm sways back and fourth above the already shining table.

Maybe he knows I'm watching him, my beady eyes peeking over the top of my laptop.

But I doubt it; I'm good at hiding.

I've been hiding the biggest secret for years.

It's a gut buster.

Sometimes my heart and soul feel like exploding, from keeping it locked up inside for so long.

But I can't tell anyone.

Not even Rory, who uses me as a makeshift diary.

Because I promised myself I never would.

I'm secretly in love with someone.

And I know it may be obvious at times, I've probably already given the farm away.

But to me it's only a recent discovery.

I've had time to actually put my life into perspective. The rollercoaster ride that my mere existence is equivalent to.

And I've realized that after every bump, every downfall, there's one person who I can always count on.

I guess in a way the truth has been right in front of me for years, blocking me, blinding me, and not letting me commit completely to someone else.

I gaze at Luke now, as he moves towards me.

I observe his stride, the bounce he tries to conceal, with a smile plastered onto my face.

"Want another cup?" he wonders.

Luke pulls a notepad out of his pocket like he expects me to order the whole diner.

"How did you guess?" I chime.

I'd really like to order something else, but Luke turns around before I have the chance.

He walks urgently, and I can tell that he doesn't want me to leave.

He enjoys my company, if not my never-ending "warm caffeine goodness" addiction.

Again, I view him, this time talking to a grandma in a pink knit sweater.

Old people tend to think he's pretty cute.

Sporting the latest in lumberjack wear.

And I tend to agree.

Slowly the old lady transforms into Nicole and I feel the emotion of jealously wash over me.

He treats her like any other customer. I can tell by the expression on her face that she's not jumping off walls due to the fact.

My stomach growls.

I'll die if I don't have pie.

Hah.

Catchy.

I ignore my need for food.

I'm not in the mood for small talk with Nicole.

I'm not in the mood to silently play tug-a- war over and over.

Because it seems like she always wins.

I pick up my laptop, and turn it off; completely forgetting about the second cup of coffee Luke promised me.

I probably would have never gotten it anyways.

Grinning, my fakest grin, I wave at Nicole and Luke as I leave.

The door jingles, and I cringe once again.

Because I know that as Luke sees me go, he knows I'm going with regrets.

And a secret.

That the world seems to know.