"Hey Luke," Rory said as she pulled open the front door only moments after he had knocked, "you're looking very snazzy tonight. You clean up well."
"Err, thanks Rory," he replied. He always felt uncomfortable in suits.
"Come on in. Mom will be a little while. Getting ready involved a lot of toenail polish, so you can imagine the tragedy it developed." Rory flashed a smile and dropped her voice to a whisper. "So, what's the big occasion?"
"What do you mean…?"
"Oh come on. Suits. Dresses. Fancy dinners. It's obvious there's something special going on.
Luke smiled a secret little smile, but revealed nothing. Rory saw the rich sparkle in his eyes and could only imagine what Luke had in store for her mother.
Suddenly Lorelai came waltzing down the stairs with her pink stilettos in hand. She wore a little black dress with a pink sash tired around her middle. Luke stared at her as she gracefully glided down the steps.
"You look amazing," he said leaning in for a quick kiss.
"Thanks, you don't look half bad yourself," she replied as she tried to shove her feet into the aforementioned shoes.
"Ready?" asked Luke expectantly.
"Of course," she smiled and walked towards the door.
"Bye Rory," Lorelai said, kissing her daughter on the cheek as she slipped into her winter coat.
"Have fun you kids," Rory called as Luke and Lorelai exited. She closed the door and padded into the living room. She took a seat on the old, worn couch, curling her legs under her and reaching for the book that lied carefully on the coffee table in front of her. She cracked open the leather bound book and began to read. Rory sat there for about twenty minutes and as she was deeply enveloped into the novel, the phone rang suddenly, startling her greatly. She slowly caught her breath and went to retrieve the phone.
"Hello?"
"Meet me at midnight. In the gazebo."
"What? Who is this?"
"See you there, Ace."
"Logan?" Rory exclaimed with great puzzlement, but all she got in response was a click and a perplexing dial tone.
"So… where are we going?" Lorelai asked slyly as the couple drove towards the undisclosed location. Luke glanced over at her with a secretive smile on his face.
"You'll know soon enough," he replied, gripping his hand around the steering wheel.
"Come on, this isn't fair!" Lorelai slumped down into her seat, pretending to pout like a five year old.
"That's not a very becoming look for you," Luke facetiously remarked.
"Well, I'm not in a very becoming mood!"
"Oh, come off it Lorelai. You love all of this." Lorelai couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, so you caught me. I love surprises. But I still have to pretend to pout. It's what makes me so cute.
"You're cute no matter if you pout or not," Luke replied, smiling wide.
Rory sat at the kitchen table, unsure of what to think. It was obviously Logan on the other end of that telephone because no one else calls her Ace. But what did he want? Rory couldn't help but smile as she hoped that this private meeting with Logan would advance their relationship significantly. She was ready to fall in love again.
"That was possibly some of the most amazing food I have ever eaten," Lorelai exclaimed as she a Luke strolled thought the square after their very romantic dinner.
"Only the best," Luke replied, interlocking his fingers in Lorelai's.
"This night has been spectacular Luke," Lorelai said, stopping in the middle of the square, directly next to the gazebo. She turned towards Luke and embraced him tightly, laying her head against his broad chest. Luke returned the favor and the two stood silently in a moment of peaceful bliss. Luke pried himself away from Lorelai and smiled down at her.
"Come on. I have something else for you."
"What more could there possibly be?" Lorelai asked inquisitively. Luke smiled mysteriously and took her hand.
"I told you that this was a special night. There's always bound to be more."