"Gilmore Residence?" Emily said curtly as she answered the phone.

"Hi, Grandma, its me," Rory said nervously.

"Rory! This is a nice surprise. How are you?" Emily inquired.

"Well, Grandma, I need to tell you something. I wanted to tell you in person but I can't make it Hartford today so I have to tell you over the phone."

"That's okay. Sometimes formality has to be overshadowed with practicality," Emily said.

Rory immediately thought, 'Who are you and what have you done with Emily Gilmore?' Instead she said, "Thanks, Grandma. My engagement is off. Stewart and I broke up yesterday."

Emily sighed and said, "I was afraid this would happen."

"You were? Why?" Rory asked genuinely confused.

"Well, you just didn't seem as thrilled about getting married as you could have been. I was waiting for this call for a while," Emily said. "Rory, you have so much to offer. There's no need to get married just to be with someone."

"Aww, thanks Grandma. I thought you would be angry with me," Rory admitted.

"Of course not, Dear. I would rather cancel some things than you be unhappy for the rest of your life. Also, if I don't have to sit through another meal with that insufferable Karen, I won't be sad."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

Emily thought about it and asked, "Do they know yet? Stewart's family?"

Rory shrugged and said, "I don't really know. We finally ended it because Stewart was seeing someone else, so I can't imaging that he was too excited to tell them..."

"Wait? That little snot was unfaithful to YOU? HOW DARE HE?!" Emily fumed on her end of the phone.

Rory sighed, "Well, its kind of embarrassing so if we could keep this to ourselves, I would appreciate it."

"Of course, Dear. I will call the wedding planner and have her cancel all of the things," Emily reassured her.

"That shouldn't be a problem, I didn't pick anything out yet," Rory commented with a grimace.

"Well, we strategically placed a hold on some things in the event we needed them for your ceremony," Emily explained.

"Of course you did. I'll talk to you later this week, Grandma," Rory said.

"Goodnight, Dear," Emily said and hung up.

At 7:25 p.m. Rory received a call from her doorman: Logan was on his way up after Rory approved his admittance. Rory had those old Logan-butterflies thinking about him again. She was excited to see him and as well as nervous. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock at her door.

She opened her door to Logan standing there wearing gray pants, a black shirt and a classic black leather jacket. "Hi," she breathed as she opened the door.

Logan smirked at her and said, "Hey." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "You look great."

Rory looked down at her outfit - she wore a simple pink dress, denim jacket and brown tall boots. "Thank you. So do you." She leaned into his chest and gave him a hug.

Logan produced a paperback from his inside jacket pocket. "I thought you might like this. I'm hoping you haven't read it."

"Most women would want flowers, but you know better, don't you?" She grinned at him and accepted the book with glee.

"You're not most women, Ace." He smirked at her.

"I have NOT read this yet, but its been on my list. Thank you." She stepped back. "Come in."

Logan walked inside and looked around. "This place looks exactly like I expected."

She raised one eyebrow and asked, "You spent a lot of time imagining where I lived?" She grinned at him.

"No comment," he grinned back at her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, let's go." She picked up her handbag and walked towards the door. After she locked the door, he placed his hand on her lower back and walked with her to the elevator. "So, where are we going?"

"You asked for simple, right?" he asked. She nodded. "Somewhere simple."

She nodded again. "Okay."

They walked through the lobby and Rory expected an ostentatious limo or something. Logan held the door open for her and asked, "Do you mind walking?"

She shook her head, "No, of course not."

Logan took her hand and immediately took the outside path on the sidewalk. "How was your afternoon?" he asked.

"Fine. I talked to my mom and then I had to call Emily," she explained.

Logan realized why she had to call Emily and said, "Right. How did that go?"

"Fine. Better than I thought actually."

He nodded, "Oh hey, we're here." Logan held the door open to a vintage 1950s style diner, complete with poodle skirts for the waitstaff and a neon jukebox.

"You brought me here? They probably don't even have a wine list!" She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips. "Thank you."

"You like it?"

"So much! This is great!"

They found a table and sat down. A Marilyn Monroe impersonator came over and gave them menus along with taking their drink order.

Rory smiled at Logan across the table. "I can't believe you brought me here."

"Well, you always liked places like this. And you asked for simple. We can do fancy some other time. I'm hoping this isn't the last time we have a meal together," he explained.

"I hope so too," she said softly.

The server arrived with their beverages and got their order. Rory requested pancakes, bacon, hashbrowns, coffee and orange juice. Logan ordered an omelet as he smiled at her order.

"I have to confess, I love breakfast for dinner," he told her.

"I remember. I remember when you would make us breakfast at 3am after a night out."

Logan gazed at her across the table while she reminisced. Finally, she asked, "What? Do I have something on my face?" He shook his head. "Then what?"

"I've really missed you, that's all. It's nice to spend time with you again," he said softly.

She blushed, "Thank you." Then she changed the subject, "So what kind of shows do you watch lately? I just realized that I don't know what you watch anymore, and I hate that!"

"Eh, I haven't really gotten into much. I'm mostly stuck on Twilight Zone and The Office Reruns - and Newhart. I always liked Newhart." He shrugged. "What about you?"

She grinned, "Well, I still love trash TV so I watch anything and everything. I love anything funny or silly or dramatic or... you know. Any TV really."

The talked for a bit longer until their food arrived. They ate slowly and chatted about work and old friends for the duration of the meal. Logan paid the check and it was time to leave. As they walked outside, she stood on her toes and kissed him sweetly. "Thank you for dinner. This was a very nice surprise."

He put his arms around her waist, "Anytime." He stood there staring at her and holding her. She finally put her arms around his neck and hugged him. He whispered to her, "There's so much I want to say right now and it all sounds like a teenage love song, so I'm going to refrain."

"Let's go, you old sap..." She pulled away and took his hand effectively dragging him down the street.