She doesn't think about Macintosh for a while, she simply doesn't see him. She realizes, that he had asked her if the bar had Scotch, and then he proceeded to come to the bar and ask her again. That was odd, but he was probably just trying to flirt with her or something of the like, and she really didn't have time for that. Her strange pseudo-relationship with Arthur was enough for her to handle. She had other things to think about that a new deputy sheriff and his poor attempts at flirting. She had to worry about finding an apartment, instead of living in a hotel room for the rest of her days.
She had been in that hotel room since she had shown up in Storybrooke around a year ago. It had been the only one open when she had first shown up, and she never really got around to leaving it. As she jumped from job to job she stayed in the hotel room and it had started to feel like home but not really. This place wasn't home, it was temporary and not meant to be stayed in for an entire year. Not like an apartment would be more of a home than a hotel room, but it might be a little bit more permanent than a hotel room. This would be her version of putting down roots here, or possibly staying here longer.
Arthur had creeped into her life one day and now he wouldn't go anywhere and a big part of her wanted to make him go away but that part of her never did a damn thing. He was in her and never going anywhere and her father would be so disappointed in her for doing all of this. She thought about that a lot but she tended to just let that thought go after a little while and think about something else like the new apartment she was looking at.
Her life was coming together and dear god was that awful. This wasn't the place she was supposed to be in. This wasn't the life she was supposed to live. None of this was right and it all felt wrong and she didn't even know how she knew it felt wrong but it was all wrong. She just kept living this life that she wasn't supposed to be living and pretending that it was all right and none of it was and meeting Macintosh just reminder her of that and she hated him just a little for it but dear god he was so familiar and safe and comfortable.
She could live a life with this Macintosh, but it probably wouldn't be this one. They could live a life together in Scotland or somewhere green and be happy and her mother would love him and her brothers would love him and everything would be alright and they could be happy. That would never be her life again, she had realized, she couldn't stand to be anywhere green now because it was all grey and not green and they needed green to survive.
They would be together if there as green, but everything had been grey lately.
