status: closed for @lorelai-tseng
There had been a time in Albie’s life where he’d never thought he’d have a steady routine again. Something he had once despised in his school years, and something he fell out of in those dark Vegas days and again after everything had imploded under him in L.A, it was nice to feel focused and productive with his time. He woke at the same time, went through similar prep at work, was even sticking to an actual meal plan for himself though after long days the last thing he wanted to do was cook for himself after he had put everything in preparing food for people here. But he did it, and felt better for it. Of course, a part of his routine was going through any local directories available, building up the courage to ask people of his former housekeeper. He had learned that, even in comparison to the three cities he had resided in, Providence Peak was larger than it seemed, and some people simply didn’t know everyone like he thought when arriving here. But he had decided there was more to life in this Colorado town than digging up the ghosts of his past, and to live in the present.
Of course, a little digging wasn’t completely discouraged. He had ventured out grocery shopping, to stock up for the week ahead of him, when he saw the familiar back of a woman’s head. As she turned, her profile was unmistakable; Lorelai. It wasn’t like things were suddenly on bad terms with the two of them, though after their conversation on Valentine’s Day, there was some unspoken awkwardness between them. And every other time they had talked or saw each other, save that first day not long after his arrival, it had been prearranged. This was unchartered territory. Nevertheless, it would be worse not to acknowledge her existence at all – the grocery store was only so big – so he, in his best attempt to be casual and not at all creepy, pushed his shopping cart up the small aisle, giving her the gentlest nudge, bold grin on his face as she would no doubt be initially annoyed by such an interaction.
