The next day, Luke showed up at Lorelai's house at 8 in the morning. He knocked on the door, not even thinking she might still be asleep.

"I better like you a whole lot for you to be knockin' on my door at 8 freakin o'clock in the morning!" Lorelai said, as she walked down the stairs, not exactly bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Luke couldn't help but laugh, even though he felt a little bad now for waking her up. "Hey, Lorelai," he said as she opened the door to him.

"Oh, Hi, Luke. I didn't expect to see you this early."

"I heard."

"Oh, sorry about that," Lorelai said, a little embarrassed at what she had said before. They stood there in silence for a little bit. She couldn't help but get butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw him anymore. The butterflies grew even bigger this time, because Luke was right in front of her, at her house. She'd never had a man at her house before.

After what seemed like an eternity of being lost in each other's eyes, Luke spoke up. "So, uh, can I come in and, uh, measure Rory's room so I know how big to make it?"

"Oh, she's still asleep. But, I was just about to make some breakfast if you wanted to have some and wait 'til she wakes up."

"Sure, that'd be nice." Luke followed Lorelai into the kitchen. "What're we having?"

"Well, the stove is broken, so nothing cooked, and even if it wasn't broken, I wouldn't know how to use it anyway. I've got donuts, and poptarts, and Frosted Flakes. That's about it," Lorelai said, a little embarrassed at the sparse cupboard she opened up to him.

"Frosted Flakes would be great, thanks," Luke said. He didn't really like Frosted Flakes, or anything else she had, but he didn't want to embarrass her even more than she already was by saying he didn't like anything she had offered.

Lorelai quickly pulled out two bowls and poured one, realizing that's all she had enough for. Lorelai sat the box down on the counter, sighed, and blushed. "Oh, that's ok. I can just have a donut," Luke said, realizing this wasn't turning out to be the best morning for Lorelai.

"No, no. You can have this. The donuts are kinda old. I'll have a poptart. I like them more anyway." Lorelai put Luke's bowl of cereal in front of him, and pulled out a poptart and popped it in the toaster. Five seconds went by, and it popped back out at her, burnt to a crisp.

"Wow, that was fast," Luke said in amazement.

"Yeah, the toaster gets a little too hot. I don't know what's wrong with it."

"You could just turn this little knob down, and that should do the trick."

"Oh, thanks. Kitchen appliances have never been my specialty," Lorelai said, once again embarrassed. What is wrong with me today? She thought. I can't do or say anything right. Luke is being so nice. He's perfect. Whoa, when did I start thinking that? Lorelai's mind began to race as she sat across from Luke and ate her breakfast at the kitchen table.

Just then, Rory walked out of her room, and gasped at what she saw. "Oh, hi Luke. What're you doing here?"

"That was a little rude, don't you think?" Lorelai said, with mock discipline. "Luke's here to make you a bookcase for all your millions of books."

"Oh, thanks, Luke."

"What do you want for breakfast, babe? We've got old donuts and poptarts," Lorelai said, a little relieved to have a buffer there with her. She was abnormally shy when she was alone with Luke.

"I'll have poptarts, thanks."

"I guess I'll just go measure," Luke said, as he placed his bowl and spoon politely in the sink.

"Yeah, sure, lemme just show you where we want it. Do you think you can handle putting them in the toaster, Rory?"

"I'm pretty sure I can swing it."

Luke followed Lorelai into Rory's room. "I'm pretty sure we want it right here," she said, as she pointed to a spot next to the door. There they are again. She thought. Those eyes. I can't get enough of those eyes. They were standing a little closer than normally approved for platonic friends. They could both feel the heat between them.

There they are again. Luke thought. Those eyes. I can't get enough of those eyes. He began to lean a little closer to her, even closer than they already were. This made Lorelai start to panic. This was the first time she had ever had a man in her house, and now she was going to kiss him? No. That wouldn't work. But reality got thrown out the door as she got lost in his eyes. They were so close, and then…

"Mom, something's wrong with the toaster." They jumped back from each other quickly. Damn. So close. Luke thought. He wanted to kiss her so bad.

"Nothing's wrong with it. Luke fixed it."

"Oh. Nevermind, then," Rory said, as she bounced back into the kitchen.

"So, I guess I'll just get started," Luke said, the moment now lost.

"Right. I'll just help Rory with breakfast."

With that, they both went their separate ways, only bumping into each other a few more times.

That afternoon, Luke was almost finished when he bumped into Lorelai again. "I have to get back to the diner before the dinner rush, but I'll be back at about 7 to finish up."

"Ok, thanks. Take your time."

"I could bring back some dinner if you want me to."

"Sure, that would be great."

"Any requests?"

"No, nothing too specific. Just, don't forget the apple pie."

"I won't," Luke said with a chuckle, and he walked off, dinerbound.