After 1 year on the campaign trail and the demise of written newspaper. Rory Gilmore had to rethink her career path, she was dying to write but the look of promising jobs was diminishing; newspaper circulation as at an ultimate low and online blogging offered little to no money.
She sat in Stars Hallow one day and finished her grad school applications. With in a few weeks she had her acceptance letter to Yale's graduate program for education. She knew the only way she could share her love of literature and writing was to share and inspire the youth. She was in her last semester of graduate school. Mid semester she was able to take advantage of a three week study abroad program. She was able to student teach in a London prep school. It was mid- April, the air was crisp and damp and she sat in a cafe drinking coffee and eating a warm scone.
She had put her love life on the back burner. The campaign trail left no time for relationships, and between freelancing and graduate school she threw herself into work. She had ignored Paris' pleas to join social media dating apps. But as she sat in London cafe alone she figured maybe just maybe it wouldn't be too bad to Bumble. After a few swipes left a few swipes right and a few matches she finally had the hang of it. Some of the people were just plain comical. She had just swiped left at a gentleman who only had pictures of his tattoos. As she swiped to the next candidate her heart stopped. There he was. Him His face. His smirk. He looked the same,but older, slimmer, and more sophisticated. But what was he doing in London. Last she heard from him he was in NYC.
So she bravely swiped right.