Author's Note: Hi everyone, I'm back. I wasn't going to roll out another story until hiatus, but I was struck with this one so I hope you enjoy it. It's about my favorite diner owner Luke. Each chapter will be a new vignette of the townie's observations of Luke. It'll all come together in the end so until then...enjoy!

I dont' own Gilmore Girls. They are the property of ASP and the WB. Watch the Frog...(is that still the catch-phrase?)

Kirk's POV

I've known Luke Danes practically my entire life. Granted there was that period of familial attachment between birth and age 5 when I didn't know much of the outside world aside from going to the store with mother, but I digress.

My first vivid memory of Luke was at the Firelight Festival when I was 11 years old. I had wandered off and I saw Luke in his high school jacket standing around with a group of people. I remember thinking that I'd like to have a letterman's jacket when I got older. Alas that was not be, what with the chronic ear infections and complete lack of aptitude for anything sports related. But Luke...he was different. He looked at home in that jacket. However, he didn't look at home with all the attention.

"Come on Butch," whined one of the girls. She looked younger than him.

"No, it's okay, really," Luke demurred.

It was obvious this girl liked him. She tried to pull him by the arm, but he stood his ground.

"Look I appreciate the offer, but I should get home," he said averting his eyes.

"Oh fine, but call me later okay?" the girl giggled as she walked away.

"Right," Luke nodded.

I could tell he had no intention of calling the girl. In fact he seemed to thank an invisible god that she had finally left him alone. He slowly turned and started walking and I would have too except that I couldn't. I felt compelled to see what he would do next, where he would go. I guess it's like that when a person becomes your idol. I didn't have to wait long.

Luke walked with his head turned and he ran directly into her. She had curly brownish and a bright smile. I had seen her around town before.

"Hey, watch it," she said grumpily as she dropped something.

"Sorry," Luke said with an edge in his tone. He acted irritated, but I could tell that he wasn't. It was almost as if he was putting on a façade. The façade was to keep her from the truth. The truth was that his eyes looked happy to see her, though his tone and body language said different.

Luke bent over and picked up the item she had dropped. It looked like a camera. Although the light from the bonfire wasn't bright I could tell that the camera was broken.

"Oh, wow, I'm sorry," Luke said handing the camera back to her. "I think your camera broke."

"No, it was broken before," she said fighting back tears.

"Hey, are you alright?" he said placing both hands on her shoulders.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone," she said shirking him off and walking over to a park bench.

"Well excuse me for asking," he replied. I could tell that he was hurt. It was almost as if he wanted her to need him. He turned and started to walk away.

"No, wait," she sighed. "I'm sorry."

Luke stopped and turned back.

"I didn't mean to snap at you," she said. "And my camera was broken before I ran into you," she offered as Luke walked over to the bench and sat next to her.

"It was my Dad's camera and I dropped it and now it's broken," she continued. "It, it meant a lot to me and I broke it."

"Do you mind if I take a look?" Luke said softly.

"Sure," she said handing it him. "It won't do any good though."

Luke took the camera and examined it. The hinge holding the door had fallen off and there were a few springs loose on the inside.

"Do you have the hinge?" he asked.

"No," Rachel sighed. "I lost it somewhere and the camera was already almost an antique anyway. I know it's stupid, but it meant a lot to me."

"It's not stupid if you think it's important," Luke said resting a lazy hand on her thigh. She looked at him and smiled gratefully.

"You don't have to say that," she said.

"Well I mean it," he replied. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I can fix this. My Dad does own the hardware store. I'm pretty sure I could rig something that'll work."

"Really?" she said, her eyes glistening with hope through the tears.

"Sure," Luke said. After an awkward moment he added tentatively, "Do you wanna go to my Dad's store now?"

"Sure, thanks," she said gratefully.

I watched them walk through the crowd and giggling girl from before shot Luke a look of treason. The funny thing is that he didn't notice. He had a mission. He was going to fix Rachel's camera and he seemed perfectly content to do so. It was at that moment that I knew I needed to find my own sense of purpose just like Luke.

TBC