Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girl. Wish I did. Because then Logan and Rory would end up together. What I do own is a lil' bit of creativity.

It was actually kind of funny, the way they were meant to be. They found each other six years after her graduation, almost to the day. Her grandparents had requested her presence at dinner, to celebrate her new job, at a small newspaper in Hartford. After the trail, she had received numerous job offers, and ended up in DC at The Washington Post, writing the Political beat. After five years she had had enough of the 'big job' in the 'big city'.

She was tired of never having time for herself. Or her family. Not that she had a family of her own. So she decided to quit and come back to Connecticut. After all, with the contacts she developed these past years, she could surely find a suitable job closer to home. And closer to her family. After she left Stars Hollow, her mother and Luke finally got together, and were living happily ever after. As though nothing changed at all, since they first got together. Lorelai was very happy, running the Dragonfly Inn, living at the Crap Shack. Luke had finally gotten partial custody of April, and they were doing great. Wow, she really missed her mother. And Luke's coffee.

Coffee. That's what started all these. She was thinking about Luke's coffee, and that led her to thinking about her mom, and how long had it been since they shared a movie´s night. Which led her to think about the last time she had been in town. Or seen her grandparents. With a groan, she remember the last time. Of course Emily Gilmore had taken upon herself the task of matchmaking. After all, it was 'unheard of a girl such as Rory to be almost thirty years old and not married'. Suddenly she was not in a hurry to arrive at her grandparents house.

So she made the detour and stopped at the Coffee Shop down the road. Coffee. She really needed a cup of coffee. She was almost finishing her third cup of coffee, immersed in the book she was reading, that she never saw it coming...

"Well, well, well... Rory Gilmore, as I live and breath... I though you were back in DC!"

She could remember that voice as if she heard it yesterday. The last time she's heard it was back at her graduation, when he said good-bye. "Logan... Wow... I... I though you were living in California still."

Okay. That was awkward. And a little painful. They had not kept in touch. It was too hard for her. She knew, through Steph, that he was engaged almost three years ago, but she tuned out the conversation. She didn't want to know. It was hard enough to be friends with his friends, still. Well, mostly Steph. It was mostly Steph that she saw. Occasionally. Now, after all this years, there they were. She pointed the chair in front of her, inviting him to sit down.

"So, what are you doing back in Hartford? Visiting the grandparents?" Logan asked, sitting down. After all, the Gilmore's mansion was right around the corner.

"Actually, yes. No. Kind of." Rory said.

Why the hell am I nervous, she thought... This is Logan. Just Logan. If he didn't want to talk to me, he wouldn't have stopped to say hello. Get yourself together Rory. When she sensed that Logan was looking at her like she lost her mind, she continued. "Well, the grandparents invited me to dinner. That was the 'yes' part." she said, and finished her coffee.

"Okay, that leaves the 'no' part, and the 'kind of' part to be discovered." He said, looking at his watch. "That´s it, if you have the time. I know how Richard and Emily get when people are not on time..."

Rory looked at her phone. It was almost 6h30. "That´s okay. I still have some time. It's kind of a big deal this dinner. Grandma is probably driving the maids nuts..."

A big deal? Logan thought, and looked at her, kind of warily. What kind of big deal? She couldn't be engaged, could she? He was certain he would have known. After all, being a newspaper men, he was always in the know. And as far as he could remember, that was nothing about Rory Gilmore in the radar, apart from her articles.

As if she could sense his changing mood, she continued. "They wanted to celebrate my new job tonight. "

Now, that was interesting, Logan thought. He had picked up some gossip a while ago, about a local paper looking for a new editor. As soon as the the wheels begin to turn in his head he remembered something. "Hartford Courant?" he asked

Rory was frozen in place. "How did you know?"

"I heard that they were looking for a new editor. Heard they were considering one 'Lorelai Gilmore' for it. It would be stupid of them not to offer you the job." Logan told her. He always knew she'd be good at it. She really was the best editor back in the days, at the Yale Daily News. She always got the job done. And everybody loved her.

"Thank you!" she said, blushing over the compliment. This is weird, she thought. Logan and I. Talking over coffee. She looked at her phone again. 6h45. She should get going. Logan noticed this, and before she could say anything, he said:

"Look, I know this is kind of awkward. Us running into each other like that. But I really missed you. It was good talking to you. Maybe we could get together sometime, or something. Here" he gave her his card. "I'm staying at the old house tonight. Call me after your dinner, if you want to talk. There's some things I would like to tell you..." and then he left.

Rory stood there, with his card on her hand, watching him walk away and get to his car. After a few seconds, she looked at her phone again. Damn, I'm really going to be late.. she thought. She gathered her stuff and walked back to her car, but she couldn't move. Still clutching the card in her hand, she took a deep breath, started the car, and went to her grandparents.