They rode the elevator together in silence. Logan gently squeezed her hand in a comforting gesture. They figured that Alexis had wasted no time in spreading the news of their relationship around the office and they had both come to the conclusion that things would be better with the news out in the open…eventually; but Logan knew Rory was concerned with the immediate reactions of her co-workers.

"You ready?" he asked her as the elevator came to a stop. She nodded her head as the doors slid open and they stepped out into the office hand in hand. They made there way to the middle of the floor before they had to part ways. He looked her straight in the eyes to gauge her emotions. She was nervous, he could tell but she was OK. "See you later, Ace," he smiled at her reassuringly before taking a couple of steps away.

"Logan, wait," she called to him and he stopped his movements. I don't care what they think, I don't care what they think; she repeated to herself like a mantra before closing the newly acquired space between them and tilting her head up to give him a quick kiss. She pulled away and smiled. "Have a nice day."

"Well, it's certainly getting off to a good start," he smirked in return. She chuckled softly. "Bye Ace," he said again, placing another peck on her lips before they went their separate ways.

Rory finally looked around the room to see the reactions of the people she'd purposely avoided looking at since the moment she'd walked into the office with Logan. She was beyond amazed to see that everything around her was business as usual. Even if Alexis had, by some miracle, decided not to say anything, she'd just kissed him in the middle of the office…twice. They had to have noticed.

Rory sat at her desk, occasionally stealing glances around the room to see if there was any sign of gossip; everyone seemed to be working intently. She tried to convince herself that it was a good thing, people didn't care, but she couldn't help the unsettled feeling in her stomach. She couldn't take it anymore; why weren't they saying anything? She couldn't concentrate on her work at all. She stood up and walked over to the break room where a guy and a girl, both in their late twenties were filling their coffee cups.

"Coffee?" the girl asked, offering the pot to Rory.

"Umm, yeah, thanks," she replied hesitantly. Did they really not know? She filled her cup and headed back into the newsroom, but instead of heading back to her desk she walked towards Sue. "Have you heard anything?" she asked the red head.

"No, actually, but I think Alexis might not have said anything. Finn gave her a nice little talking to after you left last night."

"What did he say?" she asked curiously, wondering what could have prevented Alexis from sharing her tasty morsel of gossip.

"The truth pretty much, only in the extremely hyperbolic fashion that I already know is typical of Finn. You know, throwing around the big words like 'soul mates' and 'true love'," Sue informed Rory with a bemused smirk on her face. Finn really was something else. "He's curiously romantic for a 25 year old guy who's never been in a monogamous relationship."

"Maybe he's just waiting on his one and only," Rory speculated. Finn was a big drunken goofball but she knew that deep down he was just waiting for the right reason to grow up. "Although, this still doesn't explain the lack of people talking about me," Rory reverted back to the original topic.

"Why not? Sounds like a reasonable explanation to me; Finn appealed to the romantic in Alexis and she kept her mouth shut."

"Alexis may have kept her mouth shut but Logan and I didn't."

"Huh?"

"The kisses," Rory reminded her.

"What kisses? There were kisses? How did I miss that? I never miss anything. I'm all knowing, omnipotent; nothing gets passed me," Sue ranted, upset at being out of the know for once.

"Well apparently some things get passed you because we kissed, twice, right in the middle of the newsroom before he went to his office this morning."

"I must have been in the bathroom," Sue pouted. "Stupid bladder."

Rory laughed but stopped suddenly. "Oh my god."

"What?"

"Look!" she ordered, pointing across the newsroom. Sue followed her friend's gaze to see Logan talking to a reporter. She was practically throwing herself at him; trying to touch his arm, laughing flirtatiously, flipping her hair over her shoulder; it was all so ridiculously cliché.

Sue chuckled at the sight. "What are you laughing at? It's not funny; she's hitting on him," Rory complained. This was beyond absurd; she must have seen Rory and Logan together that morning and yet she was so obviously flirting.

"I'm sorry, Ror, but look at him. That expression on his face is priceless. He looks terrified, guilty and exasperated all in one."

Rory looked over at him once again and smiled. "He is cute when he thinks he's going to get in trouble." At that moment he caught her eye and she could tell he was pleading with her not to blame him for the girl's actions. She gave him a reassuring smile and a tiny wave and he immediately relaxed although it was obvious he still wanted to get away from the girl who clearly didn't understand the concept of subtlety.

"Apparently people haven't been talking about you guys because they've been too busy plotting on how to break you up. Interesting." They continued to stare at the site.

Finally, the reporter walked away from Logan and Rory watched him let out a sigh of relief. The girl walked across the room, crossing in front of Sue's desk. Rory couldn't help herself, "Struck out, huh?"

The girl sent her an evil glare. "I'm just setting the stage for when he comes to his senses and gets bored with you. He just wanted to prove he could have you and now that he has, it won't be long before he moves on."

"You hear that Ror? He's going to get bored with you soon. You better watch out," Sue mockingly warned.

"Oh no. I'm quaking in my very cute, new boots."

Sue looked down at Rory's feet. "Oooh those are cute."

"Thanks, I got them on sale when I went shopping with my Mom on Friday. I wasn't so sure about them at first but she talked me into them."

"Lorelai always does have good taste in clothes," Sue said, the two girls seemingly forgetting the woman standing before them until she spoke again.

"I wouldn't be so glib if I was you. You better enjoy your time with Huntzberger while it lasts because men like him don't stick around for long once they've gotten what they're looking for."

"Men like Huntzberger, huh?" Sue asked curiously.

"I'm intrigued," Rory confirmed, speaking to her friend. She turned back to the other woman. "Tell us, oh enlightened one. Tell us about men like Logan Huntzberger." She leaned back against the desk and crossed her arms over her chest, pretending she was expecting some great insight.

"They get what they want, when they want it. They need a woman who can understand and respect that." Rory's jaw almost dropped in response to this. This girl was basically saying that she was more than willing to let a guy walk all over her and cheat on her as long as he was handsome and rich. She should be used to woman like that by now; she'd met her fair share of trophy wives in Hartford society but she hardly expected to find it in a newsroom in Philadelphia. She contained her shock and continued playing the game.

"Wow, it sounds like you know all about 'men like Logan', you've practically described him to a T. I bet you even know all about the time when he was five and the house next door burned down and the firemen let him ride on their truck. What did his father tell him when he got off and said he wanted to be a fireman when he grew up?" She paused for a beat, as though waiting for the girl's answer. "Oh, that's right; he said 'don't be silly Logan, you're going to be a newspaper man.' Oh and I bet you know all about the crush he had on Alyssa Milano when he was 10. How her wrote her letters once a week for almost the whole year before he gave up on getting a response. And which birthdays was it that he played the part of Molly Ringwald ala Sixteen Candles?" The girl remained silent so Rory continued. "I believe it was 7, 12, 15, 17, and 20. Yes, men like Logan Huntzberger always get what they want, when they want it," she finished in a snidely sarcastic tone.

The girl looked at her in stunned silence for a moment. "How…?" she began.

"How do I know so much about him?" Rory finished for her. The girl shook her head. "Well for starters I actually talk to him. You know, I show an interest in his life, he shows an interest in mine. I know it's a crazy concept for a relationship but it seems to work."

"Please," the girl scoffed, regaining her composure. "You've been together for like, a week."

"Oh, but according to office gossip he whisked me away to Mexico after the Halloween party," Rory replied innocently. The girl glared at her angrily. "Oh, so I take it by your silence that you realize that I wasn't cheating on my ex-fiancé with him? Good to know."

"But Rory," Sue began, playing dumb. "If you've only been together a week, how do you know so much about him? Oh yes," she said, as though now remembering. "You must have learned it all during that year you dated in college."

"Wow, we were in a year long relationship? He really does get bored of me quickly," Rory added sarcastically.

"Oh and don't forget about the two years of pining," Sue chimed in again. "That definitely shows that he'll be over you in no time."

"Oh and asking me to move to New York with him when he gets transferred in a few months. Yep, he definitely doesn't plan on sticking around long." The girl finally gave up and walked off in a huff. Rory and Sue broke down in a fit of giggles.

"Oh man, Gilmore; that was great. I like your bitchy side; it should come out to play more often."

"That was pretty bitchy of me, wasn't it?" Rory asked worriedly. Sue nodded her head in confirmation. "But it was really fun," Rory added, a smile creeping up on her face.

"She totally deserved it; plus, it was highly entertaining for me."

"It's just…so pathetic. I can't believe I was so worried about what people that pathetic thought about me."

"Thank god, it's about time you realized that.

"What can I say," she replied with a laugh. "I'm a slow learner."

"Come in," Logan replied to the knock at his office door. The door swung open and a brunette with various plastic body parts sauntered into the room, making sure to shut the door behind her.

"Here are those reports you asked for, Mr. Huntzberger," she told him, her voice annoyingly saccharine. She leaned across his desk as she handed him the papers, trying to afford him the best view down her blouse which had an inappropriately few number of buttons done up. He took a hold of the papers but she did not release her grasp right away.

"Thank you Ms. Newman," he replied tersely.

"Please, call me Tracy," she told him. He sighed exasperatedly as he sat down with the papers; if one more woman told him to call her by her first name he was going to jump out the window. Sure, he didn't like the formality of last names but they were used for a reason and it was obvious that these girls wanted him to call them by their first names for a reason.

"I feel more comfortable using last names in the office, Ms. Newman," he explained. First names were familiar and he didn't want this woman, or any of the others thinking they would be familiar with one another any time soon.

"Well perhaps outside of the office, then," she suggested.

He tried to refrain from rolling his eyes. "If we ever run into one another outside of work I'll try and remember that," he replied as politely as he could.

"Maybe that could be arranged sometime." She smiled up at him coyly.

Did she seriously just go there? This one was blunt. "I really don't think that would be appropriate, Ms. Newman."

"Is it the whole mixing business and pleasure thing? Because you didn't really seem to have a problem with that this morning."

He sighed frustratedly. "'This morning' I was with my girlfriend and I really don't think that she would appreciate me going on a date with one of her co-workers; or anyone else for that matter."

"You're 'girlfriend'? Is that what you're calling her now? Well she doesn't really have to know. Besides, I'm sure she understands that a man like you has certain…needs."

His annoyance was rapidly deteriorating to flat out anger and he figured it was time to put an end to this before he really snapped. "I assure you, she understands my needs perfectly well. I'm not sure what preconceptions you have about me or my relationship but let me tell you something; I love her and I am 100 percent, unequivocally, unavailable. Now I suggest you leave," he pointed towards the door.

"You're loss," she shrugged as she turned and walked out.

A few moments later there was another knock at the door and Logan let out a guttural groan, dropping his head to his desk. He didn't know if he could take anymore of this. He took a deep breath and lifted his head back up. "Come in," he called. The door swung open and he let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god it's you. I thought it was going to be another Stepford Wife wannabe."

She laughed and walked in, shutting the door behind her. "Oh, poor Logan; it must be a hard life getting hit on by every woman in the office under the age of 35."

"Don't be mocking me, Ace. They're relentless. The last one actually asked me out."

"Ooh, where is she taking you? Is she paying? Because I hear it's customary for the asker to pay but I have a strange feeling she doesn't plan on reaching for her wallet any time during a dinner with you."

"You think this is funny?"

"Kind of," she admitted, coming up behind him and slipping her arms around his neck. She leaned down and placed a kiss to his cheek.

"I just don't get how news of us being together resulted in all these women throwing themselves at me," he sighed, leaning back into his chair. She began lightly rubbing his shoulders. "Mmm, that feels good he mumbled."

"Oh, well apparently the news of our relationship is just evidence of its imminent demise. You only wanted me to prove a point and now that you've got me you're free to move on with them," she replied, continuing to massage his back.

"Yes, that's clearly sane person logic."

"No one said they were sane."

"How did we wind up with so many crazy women in this office?" he asked her.

She pretended to think about it for a second. "Maybe it's us," she suggested.

"Huh?"

"Maybe we attract the crazies. I mean think about it; Stars Hollow's basically one big outpatient mental facility, and I think most people in Hartford society are a few cards short of a deck, then there's Finn, and Paris and Doyle, and as much as I love my mother, she's more than a little wacky. We must be like a big crazy person magnet."

"Wow, we really do attract the mentally unstable, I never really thought about it before. It's kind of scary; I mean what if we attract all the crazy people in New York; that could be dangerous."

"Nah, Finn will be there and he's crazy enough to scare away even the insane."

"Ah, using their own tactics against them, I like the way you think, Ace," he smirked.

"Yes, I have a brilliant mind," she agreed, removing her hands from his shoulders.

"Hey, you stopped rubbing," he protested.

"I have to go," she told him.

"Go? Where are you going?"

"To lunch with Sue."

He looked at the clock and saw that it was indeed noon. He looked around his desk at the pile of work that needed to be done and realized there was no way he'd have time for lunch. "No, you can't go. I have to stay here and if you leave me the sexual harassment will start up again," he complained.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad."

"No really, it is. I swear; was there really a time when I enjoyed having half plastic women throw themselves at me?"

"Enjoyed it? Logan you craved it."

"Well I didn't know what I was missing," he replied smiling up at her.

"Aww, you're cute when you're sucking up. Just for that I'll bring you back a taco from Casa Rio."

"So you're really going to leave me here in this pit of despair?"

"Yep," she said, walking towards the door.

"Mean," he called after her.

She waved at him as she exited the office, "Tell your next suitor I said 'hi'" the door closed behind her, leaving Logan alone but smiling. He was beyond lucky to finally have her back in his life.

"Looooogan," Rory whispered in her boyfriend's ear. He stirred slightly but didn't wake up. "Looooogan," she tried again.

He grumbled and spoke without opening his eyes. "I never thought I'd say this, Ace, but I'm too tired to have sex right now; go back to bed."

She chuckled a little. "Despite evidence from this past weekend that might suggest otherwise, I can go a full eight hours without making love to you."

"Well then why are you waking me up at…" he turned over and finally opened his eyes to look at the clock, "…3:43 in the morning?" He turned back over to face her.

"Look outside," she commanded him.

He reluctantly sat up and looked out the window. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. "I see darkness. A pretty good indication that it's time for sleep."

"It's snowing, Logan," she said with child-like glee.

"So that's what that wet, white stuff falling from the sky is? Wow!"

"It's the first snow fall of the season. Come on, get up," she slipped out of the bed.

"Get up? Why are we getting up?"

"We have to go greet the snow." She made her way over to his closet and pulled out a pair of his Yale sweats for him as well as a sweater and some jeans she had left at his place for her to wear.

"Greet the snow? Are you crazy? It's the middle of the night and it's cold out there. I mean it's snowing for god sake," he turned over and buried his head in his pillow.

"Up!" she ordered, pulling the pillow away and tearing the covers off the bed. He groaned but got up.

"You're insane."

"I know, but that's why you love me so much," she flashed him an innocent smile. They both put their clothes on and made their way out into the night.

They stood out on the side walk watching the snow fall for a minute. Logan placed his arms around Rory and held her tightly, trying to keep them both warm. "So why are we out here again?"

"Mom always said the best things happen when it snows."

"Oh? And what good things are going to happen tonight?" he asked suggestively.

"I thought you were too tired to have sex?" she retorted.

"I was, but the winter air has revivified me."

She smiled and leaned back into him, taking a deep breath and enjoying the miracle of snow. "It's perfect. It's our sign, Logan."

"We needed a sign?"

"We didn't need one, but we got one anyway."

"So why didn't this sign come last week when we first got back together?"

"Last week was all so surreal," she explained. "It was the holiday and we were away from here, away from it all. Now everything's out in the open and we're back to our real lives. The honeymoon's over, you could say. This is what really matters; us, living our lives with each other. The snow knows that."

He didn't respond, he just held her tighter. They remained there for a while, watching the snow accumulate on the quiet city street. They both couldn't help but think that Lorelai had been right; the best things always did happen when it snowed.