Once again you looked up at your plate of food to find a folded note tucked into your cutlery, and you shot your head up to scope the diner for the culprit, but the only person behind the counter was Luke himself, and, for the record, you hoped you weren't his type.

When you peeled open the paper, this time the scrawled handwriting read, Wouldn't have taken you for such an adventurous reader, might have to swap books some time.

Ever since you'd moved to Stars Hollow, you'd had a mystery note writer every time you ordered food at Luke's Diner, and you'd yet to figure out who it was, despite it having gone on for well over a month now.

Through the window into the kitchen behind the counter, you caught sight of a messy-haired boy around your age, passing a burger through to Luke. His eyes met yours, flickered down to the upturned book beside your plate, and back up.

"Love that book," he commented shortly before disappearing back into the kitchen. Was this your secret note sender?