Chapter Eight- Don't Make Me Frisk You
Rory pulled up to Luke's, thankful to see her mother's Jeep parked out front. She looked over at Logan and smiled.
"Are you ready?" Logan nodded, and got out of the car.
Rory walked around to the other side, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to do this so soon. I didn't think about it when my mom suggested eating here," she said.
Logan kissed her gently. "Don't worry about it," he said, smiling reassuringly. She smiled and took his hand, leading him into the diner.
"Hey, Luke," she said timidly. Luke grunted as he looked Logan over.
Rory and Logan walked to the counter and sat down next to Lorelai.
"Um, Luke, this is Logan. Logan, this is Luke."
With Rory still holding onto his left hand rather tightly, he lifted his other hand to shake Luke's.
"Logan Huntzberger. Nice to meet you, sir. I've heard a lot about you."
"Luke Danes. I've seen a lot of you," Luke said. He pulled Logan closer. "Keep your hands where I can see them. Don't make me frisk you," he growled.
Logan's eyes got wide as he let go of Rory's hand and put it on the counter, nodding his head.
"Burgers?" Luke asked the girls, pouring them coffee. He looked at Logan. "What do you want?"
Logan cleared his throat. "Um, I'll just have what they're having. I've heard many good things about your burgers."
Luke rolled his eyes. "I suppose you want coffee, too?"
"Yes, please."
Rory looked over at Logan. She could tell he was nervous. And she enjoyed it.