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Logan's car—
"So, where are you taking me?" Rory asked.
Logan looked over at her and smiled. "Somewhere special."
Rory smiled back and sat back in her seat. Everything had gone smoothly at her house and she was happy that her mom hadn't done anything too funny or embarrassing. She seemed to like Logan, and Logan hadn't said anything about not liking Lorelai, so Rory was happy. She couldn't wait to see where Logan was taking her. He had the money and connections to get in anywhere, but he knew that she didn't really like real fancy places. Rory had figured out where his dorm was; in the building right next to hers. He was a good writer, and he was witty, smart, and funny.
And hey, he doesn't look too bad either. Rory thought to herself, smirking.
Logan caught her look. "What?"
"Nothing, just thinking." Rory said.
"About…"
"You."
"So the smirk was for me." Logan grinned, chuckling.
"Yup."
"I like that."
"You like what?"
"That I made you smirk."
"Weirdo."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Ok, what are we in like second grade?"
"No, but I'm right."
"Sure." Rory crossed her arms. Suddenly, she started giggling uncontrollably.
Logan looked over at her and arched his eyebrows. "What is it?"
"I just realized how amazingly stupid we sound. I'm not usually this nervous on first dates."
"Yeah, me neither."
Logan and Rory shared a smile and a settled into a comfortable silence until they pulled into the driveway of Chipotle.
"Don't get me wrong, I love Chipotle with all my heart and soul and I said not fancy, but fast food?" Rory looked over at Logan.
Logan grinned secretively. "I have something planned. Don't worry, Ace." He said off her doubtful look.
Rory frowned a little but didn't argue with him. She wanted this night to be perfect. She waited for Logan to open her door and help her out. He took her hand and they walked into the restaurant together. Immediately, dozens of workers rushed over to them, practically picking up Rory and seating her at a special table that had been decorated and was candlelit. Logan smiled and sat down across from her.
"I paid them to cook you whatever you want, and they have a DJ with every type of music."
"You mean they can cook me food that isn't what they normally have?" Rory asked, a little confused.
"Yeah, or can you have some of their regular food, if you want." Logan was nervous. He thought she might not like this because he was sort of flaunting his money. He only did it for her, though.
Rory was speechless. It was kind of weird, but Logan had reserved her favorite restaurant and had special cooks come in so that she could have anything, anything she wanted, but she was still in her favorite place.
Lorelai and Rory's house-
Lorelai picked up the phone and dialed the diner's number. She knew it by heart, but she didn't know why. She didn't call very often.
"Hey, Luke…Yeah, I'm fine…No I was just kind of lonely…Yeah, Rory's on a date with Logan…Yes, the rich kid…No, she's not high…No, my parents didn't force her into doing this." Lorelai rolled her eyes, sighed, and put the phone down on the couch without turning it off. Luke was on another one of his famous rants.
"Are you done yet?" Lorelai yelled into the phone.
"Yeah, but I still can't believe you let her go!" Luke yelled back.
"Yeah, well, in case you didn't notice, Rory is 19 and plenty able to actually choose the guys she dates."
"But you're her mother. Aren't you supposed not let her date or something?"
"I repeat, she is 19. There are times in life when people get old enough to take care of themselves. For Rory that was about when she was 10 years old. I have yet to break free of my parents, despite the fact that the iron grip they have on me is horribly tight and choking. That has nothing do with Rory, though."
"…"
"Luke?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you alive?"
"Yeah."
"Can you put together a two-word sentence?" Lorelai asked a little worriedly.
"Yeah."
"Could've fooled me."
"Yeah, well."
"Ok, you're starting to scare me here."
"Why?" Luke asked honestly, afraid that she had read his mind.
"Because a minute ago you were talking a mile a minute about how Rory shouldn't be going on a date, much less with a rich guy named Logan."
"Things change." If only she knew.
"They never change that fast with you, Luke."
"Oh no, they've been the same for eight years." Luke said wistfully.
"Um, Luke? What are you doing?" Lorelai was starting to get scared. Luke never acted like this before. "Do you want me to come over there?"
"If you want to, sure." Luke was no longer listening to what Lorelai was saying. All he was thinking about was how to ask her. Now was as good a time as any. "Lorelai?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"Do you want to have dinner sometime?" Luke asked and hung up. What the hell was I thinking? Why would she want to go on a date with me? Now she'll never come back in here. I lost her forever. Luke pounded the palm of his hand on his forehead.
Lorelai walked into the diner. "I'd love to."