coffee lovers - gilmore girls

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I rolled over with a frustrated groan, throwing my sheets off my body with a sigh. The music from my radio played gently, brightening my mood a little.

The sun's early rays filtered through the dusty window panes of my room, but the first thing I, unfortunately, noticed was the chill of the soft air breezing through my open window. When did I even open that?

I stretched, my limbs protesting against the intrusion of consciousness. With a languid yawn, I pushed back my tangle of disheveled hair and muttered to myself, "Coffee. I need coffee."

Standing up slowly, I felt a shiver through my body. I gently nodded my head to the tune of the music playing softly through my speakers, feeling less tired the more I moved.

I pulled the sleeves of my long pajama shirt down so it covered my hands, carefully rubbing my eyes as I walked over to the window and pulled it closed gently, already feeling warmth enter my body again. I slowly felt myself waking up, rubbing my forehead to get rid of the headache building.

Walking (well sort of dancing) over to the small dresser I have next to the bed, I pulled out a simple pair of jeans, as well as a dark blue wool sweater that hugged my body and warmed me up immediately.

I looked over in the floor length mirror just next to my bed, carefully clipping my hair half up half down with a small brown claw clip that contrasted against my light blonde hair. I had already straightened my hair the night before, so I didn't have to worry about that. I sighed, I was too tired to care that much about how I looked right now.

I pressed the off button on my radio, before opening the small hatch on the ground in the corner of my room, climbing down the small staircase/ladder that Luke had put on the corner of the rook (so that I didn't have to pull out the whole ladder every time I had to go up or down).

I made my way to the rickety staircase that led down to the diner below. I descended the stairs as silently as I could, the smell of caffeine and bacon wafting through the open door to the diner, strategically avoiding the squeaky steps as I went down. I smiled as an idea popped into my head.

My mission was simple: surprise Luke Danes, the eternal coffee slinger, in a way he'd never seen coming.

As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I sneaked up behind the unsuspecting Luke, who was filling up someone's coffee, and let out a playful, "Boo!"

Luke nearly jumped out of his skin, clutching his chest as he turned to face me. "What in the hell?!" he exclaimed.

Still wearing a sly grin, I replied, "Oh, you know, just your friendly neighborhood attic dweller, here to steal your coffee."

Luke's eyebrows shot up in incredulity. "'Phelia, what are you doing here? Did you even tell Lorelai you're staying over?"

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Who needs permission when there's caffeine and such charming company?"

Luke's gruff demeanor melted into a reluctant smile as rolled his eyes and he shook his head. "You're as unpredictable as Lorelai."

"That's the highest compliment, Luke," I retorted, pouring myself a cup of his strong brew.

"That stuff will kill you, you know," Luke sighed, writing down stuff in a notepad.

"Well, at least I'll die happy."

I couldn't help but smirk as I sat down at the counter. Luke's slightly disheveled appearance and the amused twinkle in his eyes made it all worth it. He'd always been there for me, even though I wasn't his child by blood.