ACTUALLY COMING INTO TOWN WAS ALWAYS A LITTLE SCARY. she didn’t do it often —- she ate at the inn, she slept at the inn, she worked at the inn, she interacted with her coworkers ( whether they liked her or not ). one thing the inn didn’t seem to have, however, were baby supplies —- and it turned out those were pretty important. she’d only been here a few months, and while everyone in stars hollow seemed nice enough, the reactions she’d received in hartford for having a kid were enough to make lorelai want to keep to herself while she got settled in. the fact that mia was nice enough to come into town with her was like a godsend ( which, as it turned out, was something she’d actually called mia like a THOUSAND times since moving here ). generally, lorelai tried not to care what people thought of her, people would think what they wanted to regardless of anything you did to try and stop them, but the idea of the peering eyes of people who were mostly strangers while the seventeen year old walked around the small market with an infant had been a little nerve wracking. the fact that lorelai gilmore had so rarely set foot in a grocery store in her life and probably looked like an idiot traipsing around with no clue what she was doing was only the icing on the cake.her list was short ( more out of necessity than anything, because she was POOR now ) only essentials —– mostly things for rory: diapers, baby food, not a whole lot else —- but that didn’t mean finding the things she needed was easy. especially since mia had wanted to take rory for a walk through the town square, leaving the teenager to fend for herself ( because she was too damn stubborn to ask for anymore help, thank you very much ). brow furrowed as she sat, obsessively reading labels in an attempt to figure out what the hell she was supposed to be doing. how was anyone supposed to figure this out? out of pure spite, angry with herself for even thinking it, lorelai found herself shoving the idea that she might’ve taken her parent’s help for granted to the back of her mind ( because she couldn’t even THINK about going back —– that wasn’t an option ). attention shifted briefly to a boy close to her age just standing there. eyebrows raised as she turned back to the dilemma at hand, speaking as she continued to debate between mashed peas and pureed pears (neither sounded particularly appealing ).
“are you a statue? or were you trying to get by? you should’ve just SAID something. unless you’re a statue, then i GUESS you probably can’t,”
HE’S HEARD ALL ABOUT THE NEW MAID at the independence inn. the entire town has heard about the young woman with an infant that mia took in, but no one has truly seen her since her eventful move to the small town. luke had guessed she stayed pretty well hidden at the inn, everything a person would need would be there. well, except the things essential for such a small child. luke was suppose to be at his father’s hardware store five minutes ago, but he spotted her walking to the market and couldn’t help but follow her.
she’s beautiful, he thinks to himself, not registering that he might be scaring the young woman as he stands at the beginning of the aisle. he raises an eyebrow upon hearing the teen speak. she has a sort of spice to her, no matter how awkward and out of place she looks.
“you look like you needed some help. my sister just had a kid, thought you could use a hand.”
