He's in New York? He's supposed to be on the West Coast. When Leslie and I made our pact to start fresh, I really wanted it to be true; that's where that tiny, invisible box came in. The whole time I was on the campaign trail I had spent my nights laying in hotel beds thinking about Logan… Whether I did the right thing saying no, debating about whether I should try to contact him, imagining what life would have been like in that big house in California, wondering if he was hurting the same way I was. Everything I felt for the better part of a year - hurt, angry, lonely, guilty, and everything in between – had all revolved around one person. Logan. I wanted to be done living like that, to move on, but it just wasn't that simple.
My mind was spinning. "What is he doing here? How do you know he's here?"
"He's here on business, I was sure you heard. That's why I wanted to meet you this morning. Reports were out last night that his company announced official plans to open a New York office and expand to the east coast. He has a press conference later today."
I fell asleep watching the news last night. I must have heard something. That would explain the dream. I should have seen it coming. Despite the invisible box, I had followed his career. How could I not? He was heading a company that was a bona fide up-and-comer in the media communications world. They help existing publications set up multimedia outlets, and found and invested in startups, most of which had become successful enough to fund their next discovery. I couldn't help but feel proud of all that he had done, but I was also pretty proud of myself for keeping that pride a safe distance from my heart. His company had grown steadily since the move to California, continuing to take on bigger clients in the Silicon Valley, and expanding to the rest of the West Coast – LA, Seattle, Portland. It only made sense for him to come here. Where is his press conference?
"Honey, New York is a big city. You'll probably never have to see him."
What if I want to?
"No, no, no… I can see your mind turning, Rory. We decided a long time ago that we were better than what those guys did to us. We moved on. We've dated other people."
That was true. I had dated some, but I had never been good at dating. Nothing had ever been serious, but I had tried to move on. "Right, you're right."
We both took a deep breath. She looked at me for a second, and very decidedly said, "I'm getting you drunk tonight."
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