Bestie · Y/n story by @fhffyg

The Greyhound bus shuddered to a halt, its brakes sighing like it, too, was exhausted by the seven-hour trip from Boston.

???

You must be the new tenant.

A woman in a faded flannel shirt and thick glasses stood on the curb, holding a key on a brass ring.

Eleanor Hart

Welcome to Stars Hollow, hon. I'm Eleanor. You'll be renting the loft above my bookstore. That's it right there.

She gestured to a two-story brick building with a dusty display window. "Hart's Books" was painted in peeling gold lettering across the front.

Eleanor Hart

The apartment's small, but it's got character. And for what you're paying, you'll love it—or my name ain't Eleanor Hart.

A red pickup truck rumbled past, slowing to a crawl. The driver, a guy maybe early twenties with messy dark hair, leaned out the window.

Alex Smith

Whoa, hold up. eyes Y/n with a grin You're not from around here. I can always spot a city person.