It was Wednesday afternoon, the day before the big day. Rory felt her chest tightening beneath her calm façade. She had no intention of running into Mitchum but there were still so many things that could go wrong with the situation. Rory opened her desk drawer, pushing half the contents of her desk into it.

"Watcha doing?" Sue asked, walking up to Rory's desk.

"Hiding anything with my name or picture on it." Rory looked up at her friend. "Do you see anything I missed?"

Sue shook her head slightly and let out a short, breathy chuckle. "What do you think this guy is going to do? Interrogate your personalized stationary?"

"I don't know. I just feel weird about him knowing I work here. I'm acting crazy, I know but Mitchum Huntzberger has this way of getting into your head and…I don't know, I guess I'm just trying to be extra cautious."

"So you're not coming into the office at all tomorrow?" Sue asked.

"Nope, I'm going to be as far from here as possible. Actually I'm going to Hershey tomorrow. I've got a few interviews lined up for a story I'm writing on this Dance Marathon thingy. It's to raise money for the pediatric cancer ward there. Apparently it's this really huge philanthropy. Anyhow, I figured if ever there was a day to get out of town tomorrow was it and this gave me a good excuse for not being here," Rory explained.

"Ooh, Hershey, bring me back some chocolate."

"Will do," Rory promised.

"That sounds like a really interesting story, by the way. Although there could be an entirely different interesting story if you did come into work tomorrow," Sue flashed her friend an evil smile.

"I'm glad you're finding my misery so entertaining."

"Yes, well I also find Steven King's Misery entertaining so it must just be a weird quirk of mine," Sue shrugged her shoulders.

"Well if I had to choose between Kathy Bates smashing my legs and Mitchum Huntzberger smashing my spirit, I'd take Kathy Bates- thank you very much."

"Ouch," Sue winced. "That bad, huh?"

"Yup," Rory nodded. "Anyhow I should be going, Jess and I are going to see a movie tonight. Something really cheesy and extra mockable to distract me."

"Alright, have fun at your movie I'll see you Friday and I'll be ready with all the details," Sue promised as she turned and bounced back to her desk.

"Hi, I'm Logan Huntzberger. I have a meeting with Mr. Frank Croftry at 10," Logan informed the receptionist at the Liberty Herald.

"Yes, Mr. Huntzberger. Mr. Croftry is expecting you. One moment, I'll let him know you've arrived," the receptionist gave Logan a warm smile.

A few moments later a slightly balding man in his forties came out from an office and walked up to Logan. "Mr. Huntzberger, so very nice to meet you. It's an honor that your company is interested in our little paper." Frank gave Logan a sincere smile and offered him his hand.

"Yes well, your paper may be little but we at Huntzberger Publishing Group see big potential. And by the way, please call me Logan. I never was big fan of formality." Logan said, shaking Frank's hand.

"Well Logan, I'm Frank and this," Frank motioned to the room around him, "Is the Liberty Herald."

"Yes, there's no mistaking the hustle and bustle of a newsroom," Logan gave a small smile.

"Why don't we talk first? I can tell you a little bit about the paper and then I can give you a tour of the office. We have a great staff here and I'd love to introduce you to some of them."

"That sounds like a fine idea, Frank. Lead the way."

Frank led Logan to his office. Half an hour later the meeting was finally over and Logan breathed a sigh of relief as they walked back into the newsroom. Frank was a perfectly nice guy but Logan always found business dryer than the Sahara.

"Now for a little tour." Frank led Logan around the news room, stopping to talk to various staff members along the way. Everyone was very pleasant but Logan still found himself trying unsuccessfully to stifle his yawns. After a few minutes Logan spotted the open break room near by and found himself desperately craving some coffee to keep awake.

"I don't suppose I could bother you for a cup of coffee, Frank?" Logan asked.

"Oh, yes of course. How very rude of me to not offer you anything. My sincerest apologies. Please, follow me." Frank led Logan to the break room.

Sue looked up as Frank led a blond man into the break room. Her curiosity was piqued. The man with Frank was certainly not Mitchum Huntzberger. The miracles of plastic surgery were many but she highly doubted any surgeon in the world for any amount of money could give a 50 year old man that body. Sue's lips curled up into a mischievous grin as she decided that her coffee was in serious need of a refill.

Sue chugged her almost half full cup of luke warm coffee and stood up. As she walked into the break room she saw Frank and his guest adding milk and sugar to their coffees. "Good morning Frank," Sue greeted.

"Oh Sue, good morning," Frank turned around to face the red head.

"Logan, this is Sue Hanley. She covers the health and medicine beat. Sue, this is Logan Huntzberger."

"Logan Huntzberger." Sue said, raising her eyebrows. That was certainly interesting. "How very nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." Logan said, offering her his hand. He found her greeting weird. He'd often heard people emphasize his last name when he was introduced to them but she had emphasized his first name.

"So, Logan. What do you want with our little newspaper?" Sue asked him as she filled her coffee cup.

"Well, my father's company is very impressed with the Liberty Herald. He sees a lot of potential here and I'm just here to check it out." He once again noticed the way she had said his name. It confused him. Was she trying to hit on him? She was definitely cute but a little strange, and much more Finn's type than his.

"You're father's company? You're father is a big man in the newspaper business. I supposed we should be honored that he's showing so much interest in us." Hmm, Huntzberger Jr.- very interesting indeed.

"Yes well, you guys put out a quality product. You should be proud of that," Logan responded.

"We are. Thank you. Well, it was nice meeting you Logan but I should be getting back to work," Sue smiled brightly as she left the break room. She realized that she had probably sounded like a vapid bimbo, hitting on Logan because of his father's wealth and power but she didn't care. This was a very interesting revelation; she finally knew what Rory had meant the other day when she had said "Huntzbergers" emphasis on the "s" Now just a little more digging and she'd find out exactly what had happened between Rory and the younger Huntzberger.

"Well Logan," Frank said once Sue had left the room. "You ready to continue our tour?"

"Yup, I've got my coffee. I'm good to go," Logan replied, quickly forgetting Sue's strange behavior.

The two men walked back into the newsroom. As they walked across the room Logan looked around. Off to his left there was an empty desk. There were a few knick-knacks on it but no pictures or name plate. Something on the desk caught his eye.

"Hey Frank," he stopped walking. Frank turned to look at him. "Anybody work at that desk over there?" he asked.

"Oh yes, but she's out on assignment today." Logan found himself walking towards the desk and Frank followed him. "She's really a very talented writer, relatively new though. She worked as an intern for us last summer and she showed so much promise that we wasted no time in hiring her back the second she graduated school."

Logan had reached the desk and he picked up the item that had caught his eye in the first place. It was a small, tin knight. It couldn't possibly be. Not here, not after all this time. "What's her name, I'd like to read some of her work, see if she's as talented as you say." Logan heard himself speaking but it sounded like someone else was saying it.

"Rory Gilmore. I can show you some of her articles if you'd like," Frank offered.

"Sure," Logan said automatically, his brain was no longer connected to his mouth, his mind was completely lost to thoughts of Rory. What were the chances that he'd come several states away from home and walk right back into her world? And why wasn't she at work today? Frank had said she was on assignment. Had she known he was coming? Had she stayed away from the office on purpose? Did she hate him for the way things had ended? Was that why she didn't want to see him?

"Logan?" he heard Frank's voice and he came back from his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry Frank," he said.

"Are you feeling alright?" Frank asked. "You looked a little woozy there for a minute."

"Oh, just a headache. Nothing a couple of Asprin and some caffeine won't help." Logan lied.

"Yes well, I'll let you go than. I've pretty much showed you everything there is to see."

"Thank you. You have a very impressive operation going on here for a paper of your size. I'll be in contact with you soon. I'll probably want to set up another meeting after I've seen the other papers we're considering. It's been a pleasure," Logan managed to rattle off the words.

"I look forward to hearing from you again. Now go take care of that headache."

Logan shook Frank's hand and left. His thoughts back on Rory. He didn't know what he was going to do. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stop thinking about her. He would have to see her, that was all there was too it.

Rory walked into work the next day to find Sue already there, standing by her desk.

"You've got flowers," Sue informed her friend pointing to a vase filled with one dozen, perfect, red roses.

"I see that," Rory said, her face lighting up. "What's the card say?"

"How should I know? That's private," Sue said, pretending to be insulted.

"What's the card say?" Rory asked again, sitting at her desk.

Sue laughed. "You know me too well. It says 'Meet me for lunch at the Calypso Café. Today, 1 PM.'"

"Hmm, I wonder why Jess wants to meet for lunch. And the Café is pretty far out of his way."

"Maybe he doesn't," Sue said cryptically.

"Huh?"

"Maybe they're not from Jess. There's no name on the card after all," Sue showed Rory the unsigned card.

"Oh yes, in that case they must be from my secret lover Pierre," Rory rolled her eyes. "Of course they're from Jess."

"So then, what's the occasion?" Sue asked.

"There's no occasion; not that I know of anyhow."

"Oh, well I've never seen Jess send you flowers before so I figured there must be some kind of occasion."

Rory narrowed her eyes. "You're acting weird."

"I am weird."

"Weirder than usual."

"Am I?" Sue shrugged her shoulders.

"Is this some kind of practical joke?" Rory asked. "Did you send me the flowers or something?"

"Flower's are expensive. I wouldn't waste that kind of money just to mess with you," Sue said matter-of-factly.

"Well then, if you didn't send me the flowers as a joke than Jess must have sent them."

"You're sure about that?"

"Who else would send me flowers?" Rory asked getting frustrated with her friend.

"I don't know, maybe the hunky blond that was in here with Frank yesterday. I think he said his name was Logan."

Rory's eyes went wide with disbelief. Logan had been here? She had thought Mitchum was coming. "Logan?"

"Wanna fill me in?" Sue asked.

"Logan was here?" was all Rory could say in response.

"OK, I get the feeling that I'm going to have to be sitting for this conversation." Sue pulled a chair up from the next desk.

Rory said nothing for a moment and then her eyes went even wider then they already were. "How did he know?" she asked, her voice panicked.

"Know what?"

"If he sent me the flowers then he somehow found out I work here even though I took everything incriminating off my desk."

Sue shrugged. "Maybe Frank mentioned you."

"Oh no!"

"What"

"Oh no!" Rory repeated

"'Oh no' what?"

"Fred," was Rory's answer

Sue was confused. "Fred?"

"Fred," Rory said again, this time picking up the tiny suit of armor on her desk.

"Your knight in shinning armor?" Sue asked.

"He gave me this," Rory told Sue. "He had a full sized one in his apartment at school and I thought it was funny so I named him Alfred. It was a thing."

"He had a suit of armor in his apartment at college?" Sue asked in disbelief.

"Not the point," Rory told her.

"Sorry, but really, a suit of armor?"

"Hello, friend having a crisis over here," Rory sighed painfully.

"Right, continue."

"So he gave this to me, it's a replica of Alfred; I call him Fred."

"And you still have him," Sue said in an insightful tone. "And you keep it here, at work. Here where Jess won't see it."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm not saying anything Rory; I'm asking. What's the deal with Logan?"

"What do you mean 'what's the deal?' We were dating and then we weren't" Rory told her.

"And it ended badly?"

"When Jess came to see me- with his book….Logan was out of town but he got back early. Jess and I were going to go out to eat when Logan showed up. We all went together but Logan was acting like such as asshole."

"Well, yeah."

"We got into a huge fight. He left and I guess he decided it was over but he didn't tell me. I found out from his sister. I haven't spoken to him since," Rory finished

"Oh honey, I'm sorry."

"Me too."

"Do you still love him?" Sue asked.

"I love Jess," Rory answered.

"That's not what I asked."

"I don't know. Maybe," Rory admitted.

"So are you going to go?" Sue asked.

"Go where?"

"To lunch?"

Rory's heart leapt at the thought of seeing Logan again. It had been so long but she'd never stopped thinking about him. She had been angry with him for quite a while but that had eventually faded and left her with sadness in its place. How could he leave her like he did? How could he have walked out on her without looking back? She had thought he loved her, though he'd never gotten around to saying the words. A part of her wanted to know the answers to these questions and a part of her just wanted to see him again.

She wanted to go to lunch so badly. But it wasn't that simple. There was Jess to consider. Sue had asked her if she still loved Logan and she had said maybe. There was no maybe about it. She still loved Logan but she loved Jess as well. If she went to lunch and saw Logan, there were two possible outcomes: Either she would find out that he didn't love her and never had or she would find out that he had loved her and still thought about her. The first outcome would break her heart and the second meant she would have to break someone else's heart.

"Well," Sue asked.

"I don't know."