A Fresh Start
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As she stepped off the bus and onto the busy street, Rory squinted against the unforgiving Philly sun. Landing a summer internship at the trendy and up-and-coming Truncheon Press was a dream come true, but she couldn't help but regret her choice to read Tolstoy instead of catching some much-needed sleep on the way. Desperate for a shower and a fresh start, Rory walked towards the industrial red brick building with her well-worn luggage scraping the cement behind her. Still feeling the weight of her exhaustion, the brunette rubbed her eyes in an attempt to shake off the lingering drowsiness and looked around to orient herself when her eyes locked on the reflection in the window. It couldn't be, could it? Her heart somersaulted in her chest as she blinked hard. The unmistakable figure of Jess Mariano, leaning against a bookshelf, deeply engrossed in a book felt like a mirage. She couldn’t be that tired, could she? Rory questioned and she rubbed her eyes once again.
That messy hair, the familiar leather jacket – it was him. Rory's breath caught in her throat as she watched Jess. The last time she saw him, six months prior, she was a mess- a drop out- and in the DAR. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the memory of their last encounter with Logan. Only she would have the luck to, of all the places in Philly, run into him. Frozen at the threshold of the press, Rory felt her body shrink as she fixed her gaze on the floor and silently stepped inside, hoping not to be seen.














