Right on time, Rory spotted him crossing the street. She felt that familiar tingling in her stomach, her head feeling light. She watched him, enjoying how the sunlight landed on his hair; the way he smiled at a passerby; how his eyes lit up as he spotted her through the window.
He signalled that he was ordering a drink, asking if she wanted one. She looked at her third coffee cup in front of her, which was already half empty and nodded. She liked to think of herself as a glass half full kind of girl, but she also believed that a coffee cup should always be full.
As he joined her, he looked as nervous as she felt.

'Hi.' He smiled. His smile was enough to make her melt, even after all this time.
'Hi'. She almost whispered back.
He waited for her to speak.
'I…' she started. He stared into her eyes. 'I'm sorry for being so blunt with you the other night.'
'I caught you off guard. It's okay.'
She took a deep breath. 'Well, I've been thinking about everything. A lot. I just.. .'
The waiter interrupted them to bring their coffees and clear away the empty cups. The pair waited patiently.
'You just?' he prompted.
'You were right. I do still love you. I've been kidding myself. I've been..I don't know.'
'So where are you going with this?' he was almost too afraid to ask.
''I have no idea.' She admitted. 'I get married in three days. I've spent the morning trying on my wedding dress. I love him. I really do, that's the worst part. He is a lovely, caring, wonderful man and I love him, but I love you too and I have no idea what I should do.'
'You should follow your heart.'
'My heart's lost.'

He reached out and touched her hand softly. She wrapped her fingers around his and gripped tightly.
She looked deep into his eyes. 'Say something.' She urged.
He had no idea what to say. He wanted to tell her to leave Andrew, marry him, but he also wanted her to be happy. If that meant her being with Andrew, then maybe he'd just have to make his peace with that.
'I don't know what to say Ace.'

Mentally she made a pro-con list for them. Andrew was caring, kind, generous, handsome, funny, and intelligent. He had many pros. His only con: he wasn't Logan. She didn't feel any better. She still had no clue what she should do about the fact she was marrying Andrew on Saturday.

'Penny for them?' asked Logan, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Rory shrugged. 'Shall we go for a walk?' She finished the last of her coffee and put on her jacket.
They talked as they walked. Not about anything in particular or of any importance. It was nice to just spend time together after five years. Conversation flowed easily between them. He made her laugh with his tales of the time he spent in San Francisco and she entertained him with secrets from the campaign trail.

'You hungry?' he asked as they came to a quiet restaurant tucked away on a side street.
'Starving.' She replied, suddenly realising she hadn't eaten all day.
They ordered, each having a steak with fries and a club soda. Neither wanted them having alcohol numbing their senses.

Leaving the restaurant, a million unspoken words hung between them.
'So?' he spoke softly.
'I love you Logan, I really do, I just have some figuring out to do.'
'I understand.'
They stood looking at each other in silence for a moment, neither wanting the evening to end.
'I have an apartment near here.' He stated 'and a nice bottle of wine?'
She didn't reply, but started to walk with him.

His apartment was not much different from the one they had shared during their Yale days. It was obviously a man only zone, which secretly pleased Rory. She smiled as she saw his suit of armour.
'You still have Henry?'
'Of course. I love Henry man.' He laughed as he took her jacket.
'Such a gentleman.'
She sat down as he got her a glass of wine.
'I miss this.' He said, sitting next to her.
'Me too.'

He looked deep into her eyes.
'I've missed you, Ace.'
'Me too.'
'I really want to kiss you.'
'You do?'
'Yeah.'
He softly kissed her lips.
'We shouldn't be doing this.'
'No.' he kissed her again 'we definitely shouldn't.'

Rory woke up, it was dark outside. She peered at the time on her cell phone: 2.36am.
'Oh no!' she jumped up.
'What's wrong Ace?'
'I've got to get back. Oh my God. I. . we….'
'I'll drive you.'
She nodded, as she feverishly got dressed and gathered her belongings.

Jumping into the car, she grabbed her cell phone, to call her mum.
'I hate you.' Lorelai answered half asleep.
'Mom.'
'Rory?'
'Mom, I..I'm on my way home now. Where's…'
'Andrew is asleep, I told him you were with some old Yale friends.'
'Thanks mom.'
'So who is it? Logan?'
Rory remained quiet.
'Just because I covered for you, doesn't mean I approve of what you're doing. You're getting married in three days in case you had forgotten.'
'I'll see you soon mom.'