A.N.- I don't own Gilmore Girls
Logan slipped in through the front door after six o'clock, careful not to wake his wife and son. He headed towards the kitchen to have some tea. It still hurt too much to drink coffee. He brought the tea to the table in the dining room, grabbing the paper to read. As he got in, a scrap of paper caught his eye. He walked over and picked it up. Tears stung his eyes. Lorelai Forrester. Lora. It could only be Rory's daughter. Dean's daughter. He walked back outside to his car, and drove. He wasn't planning on driving to Stars Hollow. It was the last place he wanted to be. But it was automatic.
He got out of his car at Weston's. He knew better than to go to Luke's. As he walked in, he crashed into a pretty blond woman, her hot coffee splashing over his shirt.
"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." he wasn't alright. He wasn't alright at all. He'd never been so attracted to anybody, besides Rory, in his life.
"I'll buy you something." she offered.
"No, no, I'll buy you something. I'm the one who crashed into you, and spilled your coffee."
"Oh, thanks."
"I'm Logan Huntzberger, what's your name."
"Oh, I'm Lindsay. Lindsay Lister."
