At exactly one minute before noon, Rory walked through the door and slumped down in her chair. "Luke, coffee." she chanted at him from the table. He nodded at her sympathetically from behind the counter and poured her a hot steaming cup before placing it in front of her, to which she inhaled before taking a much needed sip. In fact, one craving eliminated; while in the same minute she realized that her mother wasn't sitting across from her, but rather that there was a half drained cup of coffee on the other side of the table. "Where's my mom?"
Gesturing behind him with a twist of his shoulder in the general direction of the bathroom. "Rory" Luke greeted, "She's changing William. The usual burger and fries with a strawberry shake?"
"And a jelly filled doughnut." Nodding again, he turned to head towards the kitchen. "Oh and fries, lots and lots of fries."
He sighed, "One load of junk food coming right up." Once again he turned to go.
"With barbecue sauce."
Slowly Luke turned his head, eyeing her suspiciously. "On your hamburger?"
Making a silent yup with her mouth, Rory nodded. "Don't forget the mustard."
Raising his eyebrow, Luke stepped towards the table. "You're seriously debating mixing mustard with barbecue sauce on your hamburger?" Both of them heard the bathroom door close, besides the familiar babbling of William and quick footsteps of Lorelai.
Rory let her cheek rest against the palm of her hand; elbow hanging towards the edge of the table. "I'll love you forever. Don't make me sing the song. I love you, always forever..."
That was convincing enough as Luke scribbled something down on his pad. "Okay. One special hamburger, coming right up." With that he left, passing William and Lorelai on the way back to the kitchen.
Lorelai eyed her daughter as she passed William to her; to which William squealed happily as Rory bounced him up and down with her legs. "What just happened? because it just sounded like you tortured Luke into giving you a hamburger with mustard and barbecue sauce." Picking up her coffee, she took a sip. "Those cravings are really getting to you aren't they?"
"That and I haven't been able to keep anything down for the last day." Rory's voice got quieter as Luke passed their table; he was making coffee rounds and delivering to other various customers in the diner. "As long as there are no eggs, I'll be fine."
Lorelai raised her eyebrow but said nothing further as Rory drained her own cup of coffee while continually entertaining William by bouncing him in her lap. And besides the continual mild chatter of the customers, conversation and silence between the three of them stood at a standstill. That is until a muffled scraping noise outside of the diner followed by a loud bang and the echo of the diner bell from impact against the door.
"I'm okay." The muffled, pained groan of an unscathed Kirk with the full helmet, knee and elbow pads on, as well as rollerblades; not mention he was standing in close proximity to the door. The palm of his hands and cheek were resting against the window and moments later proceeded to slide down the window with a squeaking sound, almost losing his balance as he rocked on his rollerblades.
A lot of the customers in the diner, almost all tourists shook there heads and went back to what they were doing. All three of them looked away; Rory pushed her cup towards the middle of the table, William found more interest in the car toy in hands, while Lorelai traced her index finger around the rim of her cup, all the while looking longingly towards the kitchen--finally giving a impatient sigh and sat back against her chair.
The certain ring of the diner made her straighten, and the rolling sound on the diner floor only gave her mocking incentive to snicker as Luke made his way out of the kitchen carrying a customer's plate of food. He didn't have to look up to realize the loud thumping sound had come from Kirk as he took one look at the diner door. No damage was done yet. "No rollerblades in the diner Kirk. You know the rules." Setting the food in front the customer, he kept one eye on Kirk who was griping onto the counter--only having to turn around; head bowed as he carefully made his way out of the diner again.
Lorelai stole a glance out the big window where she and almost everybody else in the dinner who was paying attention witnessed Kirk struggling to take off his rollerblades--almost falling in the process, until he had sucessfully taken off the blades, shifting them underneath his arm as he walked back into the diner to which Luke took one carefully look at his two shoeless feet and pointed gruffly at the sign. "No shoes, no service Kirk."
"Ah, come on Luke!" Kirk protested, sitting at the stool at the counter. Luckily he was the only one up there. "I'm starving and I've been practicing for the roller derby for almost the day. May I remind you that I'm a paying customer."
Luke gathered up the empty coffee cups and plates from an unoccupied table. "I don't care if you're a paying customer Kirk, I want you to get some shoes on."
The expression on Kirk's face fell slightly. "Well that's just great. I left my shoes at home."
Giving him another stern look, Luke threw back over his shoulder as he headed back into the kitchen with a full load of dishes in his hand. "Then I guess you'll just have to go get them. There is no way that I'm serving you without them." And with that Luke disappeared into the back; dishes could be heard clanging in the sink.
Getting up, he padded over to where Rory, Lorelai and William sat with much contentment. "Do you think you could..."
"The answer is no Kirk." Lorelai answered without looking up at him to know the expression on his face and the question in his mind.
Clicking his fingers., he muttered on his way out of the diner. "Darn, nothing is to my advantage." And with that he left and the diner was once again filled with aimless chatter, except over at this table. Which was highly unusual.
"Quick, tell me more about this Jess thing because I think you told me everything except the juicy details of your life." Lorelai quipped, eyeing the kitchen to make sure that Luke was nowhere in hearing range of their conversation.
Sitting up and adjusting William on her lap, Rory drained the rest of her coffee before William had a chance to dunk his fingers into the semi-warm liquid. "Well we talked, and after we talked we stopped talking. Something we were talking about made him stop talking. I mean what I don't get is that he was so excited about having a child in the first place and then there was nothing--"
"What exactly do you mean when you say there was nothing?" Both sat back in the chair, realizing Luke was walking towards them with their lunch. "Like as somebody let the cat out of the bag or--"
"One hamburger with mustard and barbeque sauce." Luke cut in, placing the plate in front of Rory. "And one extra loaded hamburger." That he placed in front of Lorelai. "And don't even think about giving our son any of this." His finger circled the two plates as he eyed Lorelai and went back behind the counter.
As if by clockwork, William reached out to Rory's plate and grabbed a handful of fries and stuck them in his mouth before they could stop him. "Well hun, I think it's a little too late to stop that one." quipping, Lorelai gazed up at Luke and waited for him to turn around to put a visual to his son's happy munching. Luke turned and took one quick glance at his son munching on a handful of fries as Lorelai shot him an innocent look and laughed "I have the right to say that I had no doing for that one."
Luke gazed back over at his son, his expression eventually softening as he was greeted by a bumble of his son's overjoyed face. He scoffed teasingly, "Right. Well lucky for you, our son gets plenty of vegtables."
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