Luke knew he was waiting for Lorelai to come into the diner the next morning, as she did every morning. He unlocked the door and looked out, glancing expectantly up the street. The town was quiet, but he knew Lorelai would appear sooner or later. He went back inside and started brewing the coffee, making sure it was exactly how she liked it. He felt sure that every god-damn person in the town knew that he was in love with her, accept for Lorelai herself. He felt foolish as he made sure her favourite table was ready for her, adjusting the chairs slightly and putting out a menu although he couldn't believe she hadn't memorised it by now. He guessed it was all part of the daily ritual as she scanned the familiar items, before settling on her usual pancakes or scrambled eggs, or if she was in a hurry, blueberry muffins. He checked that he had some, and quickly rearranged them so that the blueberry ones were on the top. As he worked, he acknowledged that he felt unnaturally nervous. It was madness.

The door burst open and Kirk came in, telling him something in detail but he was barely listening.

"I'll sit at my usual table," Kirk said, sitting himself in Lorelai's chair.

"Not there," Luke ordered gruffly.

"I like it here," Kirk said, stretching out.

"I said, not there."

Luke stood beside him with his arms folding in what he hoped was a threatening manner, but Kirk just stared up at him, smiling. Luke looked nervously towards the door as it opened, and Lorelai entered, looking as gorgeous as ever. Luke grabbed Kirk under the arms and practically hurled him up out of his seat.

"Ok, Ok!" protested Kirk, "I know when I'm not wanted!"

He hurried out of the open door and Lorelai turned to stare after him.

"Are you frightening your customers away again Luke?"

"No, well you know - -" he mumbled.

Oh God, he could feel himself blushing. Luckily Lorelai hurried towards the muffins and started picking out the blueberry ones before he could help her.

"I'm supposed to do that," he said, half-heartedly.

"I'm in a rush," she said as he took them from her and put them in a bag. "I have a meeting at the Dragonfly Inn this morning."

Luke nodded, trying to think of a way to talk to her about his feelings for her. As she told him about an idea that Sookie had come up with involving zucchini and buffalo mozzarella, he struggled to stay focussed. She was so distracting at the best of times, but today especially, with the low-necked dress she was wearing, he was having trouble keeping his attention on her cornflower blue eyes.

"So," she said, a little briskly, "I've got to go. Say hi to Liz for me. I'm looking forward to the wedding."

"Oh Yeah, great, I'll tell her."

He watched her leave, then realised she had left her muffins on the counter. He chased after her and handed them over.

"Listen," he said nervously, "I was thinking we may as well go to the wedding together, if you want, I mean, I think you need a break."

Lorelai nodded quickly as if it made sense.

"Yes Ok, that's a good idea. I could use a break."

"And its free food you know."

"Yeah, always a good thought."

"So, that's a yes then?"

"It's a yes."

Luke smiled at her and she smiled back. Was he imagining it, or did she hold his gaze for a little longer than was necessary?

"Ok then," Lorelai said.

They nodded awkwardly at each other.

As Luke watched her walking away, he felt like punching the air. It was like being back at school again, asking the girl he liked to the prom and her saying yes. He felt on such a high.

He went into the stock room and busied himself, unloading some deliveries. He hummed a little tune to himself.

Then he realised, he hadn't arranged to meet her, he'd just said that they'd go together to the wedding. Was that romantic enough? He wanted to hurry upstairs and consult his book, but he didn't have time. Surely Lorelai would understand his intentions? He wasn't a complicated guy and besides, it wasn't his style to be romantic.

Satisfied, Luke strolled back into the café and took up his position behind the counter. It wasn't long before the customers started to pour in and he was too busy to think about her for a while. It was almost a relief. Almost.