Luke's Diner- Morning
"Good morning, Kirk. What can I get for you?" I ask Kirk who doesn't look up from his menu.
"Would you like to order?" I try and get his attention once again. I don't have time for this.
"Kirk!!"
"Oh, huh? There's no need yell," Kirk states calmly.
"Just place your order. You come in here everyday, why do you need to look at a menu?"
"I wanted to try something different today."
"Daring. What'll it be?"
"Crepes."
"Crepes?"
"Blueberry crepes."
Maybe if I stare at him long enough he'll get the picture.
Kirk continues, "Actually, can I get one blueberry and one strawberry crepe?" Apparently not.
"Kirk, you come here every day."
"Well a day earlier this month, Mother got sick, and I didn't leave her side...." I cut him off.
"You've been looking at that menu for twenty minutes." Kirk checks his watch to verify my statement.
"Something like that, yes."
"And when you finally place your order, it's something we don't serve. You can read, right?"
"Of course I can read."
"Ok, well then pick something on the menu."
"I'm sure I've seen people eating crepes in here before."
"You haven't because we don't make crepes."
"Since when?"
"Since always."
"I beg to differ."
"Differ all you want, I don't make crepes."
I look up as the bell jingles and Lorelai, Rory and Dean walk in the diner.
"Hey guys, I'm glad you're here. Lorelai, have you ever eaten crepes here?"
"Luke, you know I love your crepes! That's why I get them all the time! You have the best crepes in town!"
"I knew it!" Kirk exclaims and rushes out of the diner. Oh well, less work for me.
"Was it something I said?" Lorelai puts on her best innocent face and asks me sweetly.
Lorelai joins Rory and Dean at the table they have chosen.
I hear the phone ring. Jess is far closer to the phone, but I take steps towards the phone anyway and answer it, "Luke's"
"Hey Luke, it's Liz." Oh boy, what does she want me to do for her?
"What's up?" I decide to start out civil.
"I kind of have a favor to ask you." Shock.
"What is it?"
"Well you see… do you know the stuff I sent you, and I thought it all was Jess's?"
"Yes, I know about Jess's stuff, it's taking over my apartment. Now, just ask what you need to ask, I have a diner to run and the faster you get it out, the sooner I can stop worrying about what it is that you need."
"Ok, I think I sent one of my books over with Jess's, and I kind of would like it back."
"Alright, tell me what it's called, I'll tell Jess and he can look for it for you."
I look at Jess, and when he hears his name and me volunteering him for something he looks at me and shakes his head.
"If we tell Jess to do it, it'll take him forever, I need it this week."
"Well, I'm not going to look through Jess's things, especially his books, he knows better than we do where everything is."
Jess starts to smirk and turns away so I can't see him. I did. He likes the trust and me defending him and his privacy from his mom. I'm glad to give that to him, I kinda think he deserves it.
"You know what, Liz? I'm not going to be your middleman. I'm not looking through his stuff. Period. I'm also not going to harass him to do something for you. If you want your own son to do something for you, you can call him and ask him yourself, and no, he is not here right now. I will talk to you later." And with that I hang up the phone.
This conversation makes Jess's small smirk turn into a full on grin. He grabs a towel and walks away from me and starts busing some tables.
I walk into the back and help Caesar with the cooking responsibilities. I am busy flipping hamburgers and making sandwiches. I see Jess walk in the back and put an order up. I glance at it. Straw. Crepes.
I finish making this order quickly, and take it out to a table near a window. On my way back, I stop at Kirk's table.
"You ordered crepes."
"Yes I did. I decided on strawberry."
"I don't know how to make crepes."
"Lorelai said she has had them! Jess said you served them! What do you have against me? I deserve crepes just as much as the next person. Or the previous person."
"Ok, strawberry crepes coming up." I decide to forget it and make anything resembling a crepe.
Ok, some strawberries, whatever, roll it up, whipped cream. Whatever. What does a crepe look like? I'm not French. I take the concoction I have made out to Kirk.
"Thanks."
"Your welcome."
I see Jess. "We don't serve crepes."
"I just saw you with some."
"Those weren't crepes, anybody but Kirk would not have eaten them."
"So we only serve crepes to Kirk?"
"I guess. I don't know."
"I need to know the policy on these things."
"Shut up Jess."
"I need to take my break."
"Already?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"No reason."
"Then why do you have to take it?"
"I'll stop taking orders for crepes."
"Fine, go ahead."
"Thank you."
I watch Jess walk towards the door and make eye contact with Rory. She holds his glance. This must have to do with her. Don't hurt him Rory. I hope to God Jess knows what he is getting himself into. Man, at least he's taking some initiative. I could probably learn a lot from that kid. For now, I need to work.
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