"Okay, now close your eyes. And no peeking," Luke said to Lorelai as he led her into the dark diner.

"You sure are lucky that I come in here every day. Because if I didn't know this place like the back of my hand, I could trip and fall and break a hip!"

"So, what are you, an eighty year old woman? I wish you had told me before we started dating. This revelation really brings truth to the cliché 'looks can be deceiving.'" Lorelai began to laugh hysterically at the thought of Luke dating an eighty-year-old woman.

"An eighty year old might suit you… you both can share your crabby opinions of the world and go to bed at 6 o'clock at night." Lorelai teased mercilessly as she crawled her way through the darkness of the diner.

"You know, you should be a lot nicer to the man who is leading you through a dark diner with your eyes closed. You never know when I'll turn on you."

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. Please forgive me Mr. Tourguide," Lorelai giggled.

"Alright, enough with the wisecracks. Now sit," Luke said as he abruptly stopped walking.

"Are you sure you are not going to pull the chair out from under me as I sit down or anything?"

"What am I, eleven?"

"Well you could be. And if I'm eighty… well then that's just sick and twisted. Talk about statutory rape."

"Just sit already, will you?"

"Alright already. Sitting now." Lorelai nervously took a seat, being extremely cautious in the darkness of Luke's.

"Okay, on three, open your eyes. 1…2…3." Lorelai opened her eyes wide and before her sat a table set with two candles whose flames pierced the darkness and was covered in red rose petals. In front of her sat two steaming hot mugs of coffee. Luke was seated across from her with an intense look in his eyes. Lorelai could tell he had something to say.

"What is it, Luke?" The man across the table continued to stare at her, a secret in his eyes; the kind of secret that could only be told in a romantic setting such as this. He smirked at her and picked up his mug of coffee and took a long sip. "Luke? Are you fully aware that you are, at this very moment, drinking coffee? The very beverage that you announce to me every day is so vile that I am going to die years before my time because of my disgusting addiction to it," Lorelai exclaimed with a note of astonishment. She watched as Luke put his mug down and folded his hands across the table as is nothing had happened.

"Dance with me," he said.

"What?"

"Dance with me, " he repeated ever so solemnly.

"You want to dance? Now? Here?" He nodded, staring at Lorelai with a deep affection. "Okay," Lorelai timidly replied as she stood up and Luke took her hand. The two began dancing to the silence of the diner. This moment was beyond perfect. They danced together in a calm hush, both slowly taking in this moment of utter bliss. Lorelai didn't think this night could get one bit better. There was just no way. Or so she thought.

Rory approached the gazebo at five minutes to midnight. She saw no one, so she took a seat at the bench. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself and buried her head into her chest. The wind whipped through her hair and she thought to herself, "what am I doing here? Chances are he's not going to show up and I'm going to sit here in the cold like an idiot. Why on earth am I here?" she stared out at the town and watched as tiny flakes of snow began to fall to the earth. It was a sign. The heavens had opened up and revealed the most precious thing they had to offer. The thing that made magic happen and helped miracles occur. Snow was one of the most magical things that was ever created. Somehow, it always gave Rory some sort of hope. "I know why I'm here," she thought, "I'm here because I'm looking for love, and this is where my search has led me. This has to be the beginning of a new love. It just has to be."

At that very moment, Logan walked quietly up the steps, leaving behind his footprints in the light dusting of snow. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shivered slightly as Rory stood up from the bench to greet him. His hair was spotted with snowflakes and even in the light of the moon, Rory could see that his cheeks were turning pink from the cold. The two sat in silence for a moment. It seemed that neither of them were quite sure of what they should say at this exact moment in time. Finally Rory built up the courage to break the silence.

"So… hi. What is this intimate meeting all about? Are we going to go hunt for a missing rabbit or something?" she said, her voice filled with a hint of sarcasm.

"Could be. You know I'm full of crazy surprises, Ace," Logan replied, his face splitting into a bright white smile.

"No, really Logan. What is this all about?" Rory inquired, looking deeply into his brown eyes, searching for an answer to her questions. Suddenly his face softened and he took her gloved hand.

"Dance with me, Ace." Rory looked at him, greatly confused by his actions.

"What…?"

"Don't question, Ace. Just do it." Logan pulled her close to his body, so close that she could feel his heart beating. They began to dance slowly in time to silence of the town; the silence that was brought on by many people laying snug in their warm beds, unaware of the monumental event occurring outside in their quaint town gazebo.