𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒 is the daughter of Luke Danes, and is always second best to the already perfect Rory Gilmore, somebody who Lucy has compared herself to her entire school life until Rory is accepted to the prestigious school, Chilton, somew...
❝TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A CROWD❞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter five, pre Gilmore Girls
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July 21st, 1992
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[ LUKE'S POV ]
I CONVERTED THE HARDWARE STORE INTO A DINER.
I honestly don't know what possessed me to convert my father's hardware store into a diner but I did it and there's absolutely no going back now.
Since my father's death, I've been cooking a lot more, trying to be healthier for Lucy who indulges in these crazy diets with me. No, I did not force my own kid to eat my healthy food, no matter how much the town thinks so, she just chose to eat healthy alongside me.
I mean, she's seven-years-old, she should be stuffing her face with junk food.
However, despite her lack of enthusiasm towards burgers and meaty foods, Lucy is extremely excited about me turning the hardware store into a diner. She's told every person in town about the diner that'll be known as Luke's.
I put some real thought into the name, right?
I kept the structure of the hardware store. Every decoration, photo, shelf, and even the order my dad scribbled down on a cabinet remains in the small space that I now call my diner. Heck, I even kept the William's Hardware sign outside the diner which I know will confuse tourists but I couldn't bring myself to remove the sign.
I find it surreal that all this is mine. This is something I've created without any help— Well, unless you call Lucy help— and I can't believe that it's the grand opening. Today.
I know my dad would hate this. He would hate that I kept this place as a reminder of him. I know he's cursing me out right now but I don't care in the slightest because this is the happiest I've felt in a long time. And seeing the smile on Lucy's face makes this all worth it.
Inside, there's ten tables, give or take, and Lucy has claimed every single one, insisting that she will eat at every table until she picks the one. To the right of the entrance is a wall lined with shelves and memorabilia with the front counter facing a row of windows that observe the centre of town.
The kitchen is cramped, only allowing for two people to really be in it at a time. I had to cram it into the back room behind the counter that used to hold my father's stock. Alongside the kitchen is a storage which then leads to the back entrance.
