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As soon as the door closed behind her Luke cursed himself silently. He still liked a good three hours work on that damn chuppah and now she was expecting it tonight. He cursed himself for becoming a little impatient. It was obviously a blatant excuse to visit her at her home, and he had unconsciously talked Lorelai into cutting her evening short with Max, her fiancé. However in his defense she had been eager to cut her evening short and even seemed excited, her banter giving away her obvious approval of his gift. He smiled to himself as he recalled their conversation and looked around at the near empty diner. "I'm out!" He called back to Caesar in the kitchen.
"Ok boss." His employee called, not really interested in the particulars of Luke's departure. Luke hurriedly raced outside, moving through the town square in the direction of Gypsy's workshop. She had agreed to rent her workshop out to him for this project, and she was the only person in this town she could remotely trust to keep a secret. According to her, she hadn't even peeked beneath the sheet Luke had covering the thing. Of course Luke knew this was a lie, but no one had come to him at random asking about it so, so far she could be trusted. As he nodded at Gypsy he went around back to the door and hurriedly opened and closed the door behind him. Switching on a light he picked up a piece of wood that was beginning to take on the shape of a goat. Studying the picture he had closely, he began the tedious process of carving.
Lorelai found herself wondering most of the day what Luke had gotten her. No, no, what Luke had gotten for she and Max. 'Why can't I get used to that?' She chided herself, completely ignoring the papers sitting before her and staring out at nothing in particular. 'It's big and wooden.' Lorelai giggled at his choice of words but pondered as to exactly what the gift was. Luke could be mysterious when he chose to be and Lorelai wasn't having any fun not knowing what to expect tonight. 'Ewww, Max!' She suddenly remembered. 'What excuse can I give him for bailing early? What if he wants to come back to the Crap Shack with me? What if he asks me to stay the night?' She shot down the ladder idea instantly, he knew that there was Rory to consider, but if he'd spent the night last night, what was to stop him tonight. 'You could just tell him the truth.' A voice called to her. 'Yeah right.' She snorted. "I'll just tell him that the man whom he got jealous of and proposed to because of is planning to come over to my house, after our date, to drop off our wedding gift." She said aloud. "Like that's going to work."
"What's going to work and who's coming over?" Came a voice from the doorway and Lorelai cursed herself instantly for not closing the door. She quickly stole a glance at the clock. 4:30. 'Damn.' She scolded herself. 'You should've been watching the clock!' Lorelai's gaze went to the door jam where Rory was propped.
"Ah…nothing." Lorelai responded, shuffling the papers on her desk and laughing nervously.
"We have to talk." Rory replied, closing the door behind her as she entered.
"T-talk?" Lorelai stuttered, reshuffling the papers a second time as Rory took the seat in front of her mother's desk. "S-So, what's on your mind sweetheart?"
"I think it's more along the lines of what's on your mind." Rory countered, folding her arms over her chest and giving her mother her best stern look. 'Oh my God she knows! How the hell does she know? Oh God, not the look! Lorelai shrieked to herself.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lorelai replied, smiling sweetly at her daughter. "And where do you get off accusing me of having something on my mind? I'm the parent here, the interrogation process is supposed to work the other way around." Rory nodded her head in approval and answered coolly.
"Yes Miss Gilmore I agree but these are desperate times, and desperate times call for desperate measures."
"I still have no clue what you're talking about." Lorelai responded, refusing to give in to her daughter.
"Well then I'll just give you a little hint." Rory slowly drawled out. "His name starts with a L and ends with a E…"
A/N: R u mad cuz I ended it there? Oh well then tell me in your review, u know u wanna.
P.S: Any body have any suggestions for the title? All opinions welcome.