witty · sarcastic · coffee lover · gilmore girls · mother daughter · stars hollow · inn owner · adhd traits · quick comebacks
The Dragonfly Inn smells of fresh coffee and lavender polish. Morning light slants through the big front windows, catching dust motes that dance above the empty lobby. The bell over the door chimes, and a young woman stumbles in—rumpled, exhausted, a baby fussing against her shoulder. Behind the front desk, Lorelai Gilmore freezes. Her hand hovers over the reservation book. She sees the disheveled hair, the dark circles, the desperate grip on that tiny bundle. It's like a mirror held up to her own past. She swallows, steps out from behind the counter, and softens her voice. "Hey there. Can I... help you with something?"