A/N: Why must we keep up with these stupid disclaimers? I really don't see the point. Okay, so no, I don't own the characters. This is FANFICTION… oy vay.
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Chapter Six

Lorelai let herself into the house and fell back against the door. Turning her head, she saw that her face was flushed, her cheeks still contained faint traces of the mascara that had streaked down them not long before, and her hair looked less than perfect. So much had happened in the last day. The only remedy that came to mind happened to be a hot shower.
Not bothering to lock the door, Lorelai tossed her purse on the couch as she clomped up the stairs to the bathroom. She passed through her room to grab a towel, and stripped herself of her clothing along the way.

Stepping under the scolding spray brought an ease to her muscles and exhaustion hit full on. She went through the motions of showering, her mind drifting to the events in Luke's. They had nearly kissed; lips had been less than an inch apart. Had Kirk waited a fraction of a second longer, he would have walked in on actual kissing.
Thoughts of what would happen next time she saw Luke rumbled through her conscience as she stepped out of the shower and dried off. She walked into her room and looked at her Hello Kitty clock. She deduced that she had a few more hours to sleep before she was really needed for work. Typically she wasn't really required to go into work before noon on Saturdays. Cuddling up in no more than her towel, she lay down on her bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Luke rushed through the diner, dropping plates off here and there. Saturday lunch was one of the worst meals of the week. But part of him was grateful that the diner was so busy. It distracted him from thinking about Lorelai and what had happened earlier that morning. He adjusted his backwardly turned cap and headed towards a far table with a pot of freshly brewed coffee. As Luke refilled Andrew's cup with the steaming beverage, a fleeting thought crossed his mind.
Lorelai usually comes in for coffee at around one before heading off to work on Saturdays.
He looked at the clock. It was twelve thirty.

Meanwhile, Lorelai was pacing her kitchen.
"Come on! Who did I kill in a past life for this to happen to me! Today of all days, might I add," She shouted at the ceiling. She looked down at the coffee pot again, hoping and praying that it would suddenly sputter to life and give her at least ONE cup of coffee. Unfortunately, the coffee pot just sat there, in all of its broken glory, staring back at an exasperated, caffeine-deprived Lorelai Gilmore.
Smacking one hand on the counter, she lowered her head to "eye-level" with the coffee pot.
"I swear to God, if you work, I will love you forever! Not that I don't love you now, it's just that I will love you more than I did before. I vow to never use paper towels as filters again! Only the good stuff for you, Mr. Coffee. We'll get some Maxwell House for ya. Move over, Folgers!" And still, the coffee pot sat there.
She didn't think she could last all the way until the Independence Inn for some coffee. But Lorelai wasn't sure if she should risk heading in to Luke's for her weekly Saturday afternoon buzz.
After another fifteen minutes, she decided that breaking routine was out of the question and that her need for caffeine was stronger than the strangely exciting feeling in the pit of her stomach at the thought of seeing Luke again.
Without further ado, she rushed up the stairs to finish dressing for the day. Just as it did as yesterday, her hair fell curly to her shoulders, and her makeup looked as modest as usual. The tight low-rise jeans she pulled on did nothing to offset the equally tight fitting white camisole she wore under a crème colored shirt that she left unbuttoned.
She grabbed her purse and her keys before heading out the unlocked door. Deciding that taking the Jeep was unnecessary, she began walking. Singing Shadow Dancer under her breath provided ample distraction from her thoughts as she headed in the direction of the diner, in the direction of Luke.

TBC…
Sorry it was a short one, guys.
I'm sick and I nearly passed out writing just this much. Although, it can't help that I'm laying in bed underneath covers with incensce burning a few feet away. 
I'll try and update soon.
After my nap…..
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