Chapter 36
Finn's POV
I'm so nervous. I haven't been this excited to pursue a woman since Rosemary in college. Dr. Kimberly Koenigsfeld. She is a beautiful, intelligent, and witty girl. Some would almost say as witty as those Gilmore girls. Tonight we will be dining on a rooftop. The top of my apartment building, taking a page out of Logan's book. Twinkling lights, loads of flowers, cheesy music, and delicious food. Scotch, of course there will be scotch! I sent a car to pick her up and bring her over. The driver just called to say she was headed up the elevator.
She walks out. My mouth drops.
She was wearing a black dress that is so classy it's an understated sexy. She is beautiful. I can't believe she agreed to go out with me. I really hope I don't screw this up. All the first date nerves, jitters, and thoughts going through my head right now.
"Hello Finn." Dr. Koenigsfeld said, breaking my train of thought.
"Hello Doctor." I say with the biggest smile, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"Kim, please call me Kim." She said laughing. I can see her looking around at our setting for the night, and I can see it in her eyes, she likes it. I think I have knack for making spaces beautiful.
"Okay Kim, would you like a glass of champagne?" I say grabbing the bottle and fidgeting with the cap, while trying to make small talk.
"Are you a Connecticut native?" I ask, and before she answers, I'm still fiddling with the champagne bottle and the worst possible thing in the world happens.
The cork flies out and hits her right in the middle of the forehead.
"OW!" She exclaims.
"Oh my God, Kim I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Let me get some ice!" I say rushing over to the bucket and grabbing ice and throwing it in a napkin.
Of course as this night can't be heading in any worse of a direction. I go to put the ice on her head and it falls out of the side of the napkin all over her and down the front of her dress.
"Finn, thank you for trying to help, but I think I should go, like now." Kim said as she picked up her bag and hurried to the door to leave without giving me a chance to stop her, even though I try. The elevator doors closed 3 seconds before I could get in arms reach to the elevator.
I walk back out to the table that held the scotch, downed my glass, poured another, and pulled out my phone.
"I need your help love."
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A tale of love, Logan and Rory
FanfictionI do not own any of these characters. This is a tale of how I wanted to see the revival continue instead of ending with just those words.
