A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Particularly the lovely Mr. BALLS. I enjoyed reading your spazz attack and all I cansay is "anti-depressants". As one person has suggested, I've spaced it out a bit more, hopefully it's good! Please review again!


Chapter 2

"Your menus." A dressed-up waiter said and handed Lorelai and Sookie their own tall menus.

"Thank you." Lorelai said and mouthed an 'Oh, my God!' to Sookie as he turned and left.

"Lorelai!" Sookie smiled, looking around the elegant restaurant. "This place is so... posh! I'm so out of place being here!"

"You are not! And points to you for using the word 'posh'." Lorelai smiled back.

"How many other 9 month pregnant women in track suits do you see in here?"

"Well, none, but – "

"I feel like I should come here wearing a Donna Karan dress on a crisp night with a supermodel at my arm!"

"We can arrange that."

"But it's just so – not 'casual lunch-time' place!"

"I know! Don't you hate me?" Lorelai opened her menu and scanned over the lunch specials. "Oooh... They have shrimp."

"They have shrimp? Lemme see that!" Sookie reached over to grab the menu from her.

"No!" She held it to her chest. "You have your own!"

"Oh," Sookie giggled. "Right." She opened her own menu and looked at the lunch specials as well. "Oh, my gosh, they have shrimp!"

"Is there an echo in here?"

"Who has shrimp for lunch?"

"I don't know."

"It looks undercooked." Sookie observed, hiding her face behind the large menu book.

"Sookie, we haven't ordered anything yet."

"I know, but there's a preview picture beside it and it looks undercooked! I knew there had to be a catch! Pretty place but not well-prepared food!"

"How can you tell whether or not something's undercooked from a picture?" Sookie opened her mouth to reply when Lorelai continued, "Nevermind. Don't answer that." Just then, her cell phone rang from inside her handbag. A few people turned to stare at Lorelai as she quickly took it out and examined the caller ID.

"It's Rory." She flipped it open. "Hey, baby. What's up?" She listened for a few seconds. "Uh huh. Yeah, that's fine! We just ordered anyway... Yeah, sure. See you later. Love you." She closed it and put it back in her bag.

"What's the what?" Sookie inquired.

"She can't make it. Logan time."

"She ditched us?"

"She ditched us."

"But who would ditch a pregn – "

"Rory."

"Do you have your orders figured out?" The waiter was back, with his order pad and everything. Lorelai looked at Sookie and they exchanged knowing grins.


Rory closed her phone and linked her arm around Logan's as they walked around campus.

"She's cool." She announced and put her phone in her pocket.

"Cool. So, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know! What do you want to do?"

"I don't know what I want to do! I want to be with you!"

"Well, other than that!"

"Other than that... I want to see a movie."

"A movie? You're asking me to a movie? You're so cliché!"

"I can get even clichér and offer to take you to a romantic comedy. Isn't there a new Freddie Prinze Jr. one out?"

"I think the last new Freddie Prinze movie was out a few years back."

"Oh. Who would have thought?"

"Not me, that's for sure!"

"Well, okay." He thought for a minute. "To make it less corny, how about a cop action film?"

"Logan... "

"Horror?"

"Sold!" Rory smiled.


Luke wiped the diner counter as he listened to the radio behind him. 'American Woman' was on, and the diner was empty, so he felt safe in freely mouthing the words along and dancing a little to it. He was just in the middle of a small spin when he heard a chillingly familiar voice sing out, "Oh, Luuuke!"

"Jesus C –!" He nearly fell over but grasped the counter edge to keep his balance. He stood up properly and glared at the cheerful man smiling at him. "Taylor." He growled. "It's called knocking."

"Nobody knocks on a diner door, Luke!"

"They do when they see the diner owner having a private moment and would like to keep their life."

"Anyway, I came to tell you that... your offer is solid! Solid GOLD!" He smiled and clapped his hands together. "The house is yours!"

Luke froze. After half a minute, he stared at him incomprehensively. "Are you being serious, Taylor?"

"Absolutely, stunningly, wonderfully serious!"

Luke's jaw dropped slightly and he dropped his rag onto the floor. Slowly, he opened the counter door and walked up to Taylor so he was nose-to-nose. Or, rather, nose-to-chest. All of a sudden, he did the most un-Luke-like thing ever thought possible. He grabbed Taylor and hugged him tightly, jumping up and down a little.

"YES!" He shouted and let go a shocked Taylor. He galloped around the diner a bit and came back. "Can I see it?"

Taylor nodded, frightened, and rummaged through his jacket pockets to pull out the key. Luke slowly outstretched his hand and accepted the keys. He ran his thumb over the grooves and looked at Taylor somberly.

"Thanks." He said genuinely after a pause.

"Anytime, Luke." Taylor said, having recovered from the temporary insanity he had just witnessed. He smiled and walked out of the diner, leaving Luke a very happy and bemused man.