Rory slammed the door behind her as she trudged, exhausted into her living room. Kicking off her shoes, she plopped down on the sofa. As soon as she had closed her eyes, there was a knock at the door. "Paris can you get that?" Rory did not open her eyes. "Paris!" And then Rory remembered that her roommate was out today, more graduation stuff. "Ugh." Sluggishly, Rory plodded to the door. "I hate you!" she called as a greeting.

"Ah it's nice to be young and in love." Logan smiled at her. Resting her head on the door, Rory opened the door further so that he could enter. He kissed her forehead and then moved past her.

"This is the first day in a week that I have not had to go see my mom. I love her to death, but how many trips can we make to the mall before we buy something. But, I think she's finally getting over the whole Luke debacle. So then I get excited that I will have a day of peace. I skip all my classes, turn off my phone, rent all three Godfathers and snuggle down on the couch. The opening credits had barely ended when Paris came storming into the living room, demanding why I was in my pajamas. So I calmly explained to her about my day of relaxation and what did she do? That's right ladies and gentlemen, she reminded me that I promised to accompany her in her all day workout. So I have been on my feet for," she glanced up at the clock on the wall, "nine hours, squatting and push uping with Paris."

"Push uping?"

"You know what I mean." With a sigh, Rory opened the refrigerator. "Yes, Paris shopped. It's payback time. I plan on eating my weight in her food, proving that I should not ever exercise with her." From the depths of the fridge, Rory pulled an apple. "This is a start." The apple was not quite to her lips when Logan grabbed her arm. "What are you doing? Did I not mention to you, the nine hours I spent on my feet. The nine hours without any break for food."

"I know, but see that's the reason I came over. After seeing how little you had to eat, I decided I'm going to take you out to eat." Reluctantly, Rory put the apple on the counter. "You go shower and change, put on something nice, and then we can get going."

"You mean I don't look nice enough for you. Not nice enough for your fancy little restaurants."

"The longer you sit here and complain, the longer your stomach will stay empty." Logan raised an eyebrow at her.

"You think you can threaten me into the shower?" Crossing her arms, Rory stared at him.

"I promise we can stop at Dairy Queen on the way back and I'll buy you a sundae."

"And now you think you can buy me with a sundae?!" Rory seemed appalled by the thought.

"I'll get you the biggest size with extra chocolate syrup."

"I'll be twenty minutes."

"May I take your coat Miss?" the maitre de asked Rory. She shrugged out of her jacket and then followed Logan to their table.

"Wow isn't this fancy?" Rory said as Logan helped her push in her chair. Looking around, Rory took it all in. The table cloths were perfectly white and starched, the sparkling, polished silverware stood out against them. A deadly looking chandelier hung right above Rory's head, so she moved her chair a bit to the left. Classical music added to the ambiance.

"Only the best for you Ace." She smiled at him, a bit suspicious. Something didn't seem right. Sure Logan had money, but they usually didn't come to this kind of restaurant. It was a bit too nice. "I should probably tell you," here it comes. "that someone will be joining us, ah there she is."

"She?"

"Katie over here." Rory craned her neck to see who Logan was waving at. A tall, blonde woman walked towards them. She was wearing a sleek cream colored gown that hugged her in all the right places. The dress that Rory was wearing which seemed so perfect moments before now seemed shabby and out of date. Nervously, Rory tugged at it. Logan stood and embraced the woman as she reached their table. The embrace lasted a little too long for Rory's liking and she felt that she might have to break it up herself when they finally released. "Rory this is my friend Katie. Katie this is my friend Rory."

"Girlfriend Rory," Rory corrected as she extended her hand and stood up.

"Well hello girlfriend Rory. I've heard so much about you." Katie pulled out a chair and sat down, Logan and Rory did the same.

"Oh really, because I haven't heard anything about you." Rory tried to keep the catty, accusing tone from her voice, but it made a slight appearance.

"Well Katie and I grew up together." Logan tried to smooth over the situation.

"Oh you two dated?" Rory casually asked as she sipped her water.

"No." Logan looked at Rory. "Katie's father works with my father so we were always dragged along to the boring staff parties and such. That was it."

"But I'm not here to talk about old times with Logan," Katie finally spoke.

"Oh. Well then what are you here for?" Rory asked, a bit witheringly.

"I'm actually here to talk to you."

"Me?"

"Yes. Logan tells me you're a journalist."

"A damn good one at that," Logan added.

"Well yes I am a journalist." Rory was a bit confused.

"You see, I work at a newspaper…"

"She's being modest, she owns that newspaper," Logan tooted her horn for her.

"You own it? I mean literally?" Rory suddenly felt small and insignificant.

"Eighteenth birthday present from daddy." Rory nodded. Having money must be fun. "Well anyways, we're always looking for young, fresh journalists and I was wondering if you might be interested."

"Interested in what?" Rory was a bit skeptical.

"Well to write a few pieces for us. We would pay you for each of course. And if we like those then we might talk about making you a permanent part of the staff."

"Well," Rory was a bit shell-shocked. "That sounds great. I would be happy to."

"Excellent. I'll have my secretary call you with the details." Stunned Rory nodded her head, this woman was barely older than Rory herself and she already had a secretary and her own newspaper. "To new business deals," Katie said raising her glass and pulling Rory back to reality. Logan raised his glass and, with a small smile, Rory raised hers also.

"To new business deals," Rory agreed. The glasses clinked and Katie and Logan launched into chatter about their childhoods leaving Rory with her thoughts.

"Ah Michel, ordering your girly products off Amazon again?" Lorelai said as a greeting. She wiped her feet on the mat and joined Michel behind the desk.

"That was a body spray for men, it said so on the bottle. And no, I am not on Amazon this morning, this morning I get to try and make sense of the order form Meredith the useless maid typed up for me." Lorelai looked at the computer screen.

"What are glibs?"

"I don't know! She's npt!"

"She's what?"

"N ept."

"I'm sorry what?"

"N ept I-N-E-P-T. Npt!" Trying to hide her giggles, Lorelai nodded.

"Have fun with that Michel." She patted his shoulder and made her way to the kitchen. "If you go out there right now, you might get to see Michel murder the maid," Lorelai informed Sookie as she picked up a carrot and ate it.

"Murder a maid? Why this time?" Bustling around, Sookie added paprika to this and pepper to that.

"He's having a mental breakdown trying to read her order form." Lorelai still munched on the carrot.

"Another breakdown? That's twice in one day."

"And it's only ten. There's still time for more."

"That can't be good for him." Sookie stirred a pot.

"Or his complexion."

"So did Rory stay the night again last night?"

"No, I think I'm finally ok."

"Ok with the horrible date with Luke?" Sookie seemed dubious.

"Yes I'm ok with it."

"May I make a suggestion?" Lorelai waved her hand to indicate that Sookie should continue. "Next time you decide to date out of the blue, try someone you haven't known for over ten years." The kitchen was silent aside from the sounds of people cooking. Voices had subsided.

"Telephone for you," Michel announced to Lorelai.

"Who is it?"

"I do not care therefore I did not ask."

"Well didn't they say…"

"They ask for you I come to fetch you that is all. I do not know anything more and I would appreciate it if I was not questioned like I was some kind of criminal." With a squeak of his expensive Italian leather shoes, Michel turned and was gone leaving Sookie and Lorelai to chuckle.

"Well I better go see who it is." Lorelai stood and pushed open the door. Michel was ruffling through mail at the front desk. When Lorelai came up, he gave her a look and then turned his attention back down. "Dragonfly Inn, Lorelai speaking," Lorelai said as she picked up the receiver.

"Hi, Lor, it's Chris." Lorelai almost dropped the phone. She didn't need him to say his name. She had known who it was the moment he had spoken. "Lor, are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Ok well I guess the reason I called…" A scream could be heard in the background. It sounded as if Christopher had turned from the phone. "GG, hold on a moment, daddy's on the phone. Sorry about that GG wants to play Candy Land and you know there's no coming between a five year old and her Candy Land."

"Oh yeah I know that." Lorelai was a bit confused by their calm, casual conversation. She knew there was something she wanted to tell him.

"I guess the reason I called was…" Lorelai finally realized what she wanted to say to him.

"Look Chris I really don't want to hear it. I'm still not completely over...it." Lorelai couldn't bring herself to say the word 'divorce'. "Goodbye." Lorelai put the receiver down. Immediately, the phone rang again. Michel answered as Lorelai walked away.

"Lorelai it's for you…Lorelai…" Lorelai grabbed her coat and walked out of the inn.