"I have nothing presentable to wear!" Lisa cried frantically through the phone. Lorelai held it a length away from her ear and raised an eyebrow.

"Calm down, Leese," she laughed. "I'm downstairs. I'll come help you, just hold on one second."

"Ok, ok, ok," Lisa hung up the phone and stood, chewing her lip in frustration and staring at the bed covered with clothes until Lorelai jogged to her door and stood by her side.

"I think...this one," she plucked a baby blue sundress from the bed and held it out to Lisa. Lisa stared uncertainly at it.

"Are you sure?" she pressed cautiously. "It's a little too frilly, don't you think?"

"Blue is Max's favorite color."

"Okay!" Lisa snatched the garment and ran to the bathroom to change. Lorelai laughed and began rehanging Lisa's clothes.

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Max strolled amiably up to the front desk and tapped it lightly with his fingernail. Michel whirled around.

"Hey," Max greeted as the French concierge scowled. "I'm looking for a Ms. Lisa Reisert?"

"No can do," Michel replied pompously, clacking with a deafening volume on the keyboard.

"Um..." Max sighed and ran a hand through his long dark hair. "She's several inches shorter than me, brunette, Caucasian? She's from Miami?"

"I know not who you speak of," Michel replied stiffly.

"Listen, just-"

"Hey, Max." Lorelai beamed at him as she entered the lobby with Lisa. Max sighed in relief and walked over, whispering in Lorelai's ear.

"You need a new concierge."

Lorelai laughed quietly as Lisa looked shyly up at Max, her white fingers nervously clutching her purse.

"Hey, Lisa," he greeted. She smiled bashfully.

"Hi," she fiddled with her earring.

"You ready?" he beamed at her, lightly taking her arm. She nodded and followed him from the Inn.

"Thanks again," she said as they stepped into the bright sunshine.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of taking anyone but you," he informed her.

"You don't even know me!" But she said it lightly, as a joke.

"Oh, but I want to. Anyway, I should thank you. Otherwise I'd be going alone. Can you imagine how bad that would make me look? But now, I'm taking a nicer, prettier, more intelligent girl than the bimbo my brother's marrying. Sorry, I shouldn't call her that." He grinned embarrassedly. Lisa smiled at the plethora of compliments.

"Well...thank you," she repeated, for a lack of better words.

"So, you manage hotel chains, am I correct?" he asked conversationally as they rounded a corner.

"Yes," she flushed.

"What's so bad about that?" he uncovered her tone and her embarrassment.

"Well, its just that you're this huge hot-shot English teacher, you know, I feel a bit intimidated," Lisa teased, brushing a stray strand of hair back from her eyes.

"Well I suspect that anything you attempt to do you're miraculous at," he told her sincerely. Lisa smiled to herself. She liked how this man spoke to her. He was nice, and he made her feel beautiful without making her feel like he only wanted her for her body, like every other boyfriend she'd ever had.

"Thank you," she suddenly realized something. The only other man she'd meant that was this charming...

"What's wrong, beautiful Lisa?"

"Nothing," she sighed, chewing her lip. "It's just that the last time I met a guy as sweet as you, his ulterior motive was to kill me."

"I'm sorry. Is that part of..."

"What I can't tell you?" Lisa nodded. "Unfortunately so."

Max found her a seat and ran to the altar to be with his brother as Lisa looked on. She smiled. What a sweet, beautiful man.