ALBRECHT WOLFF
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Across the street from Felix's Diner
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Those rumors were not baseless, as Axel would soon learn. Albrecht had indeed returned to town almost half of a week beforehand. He had managed to hide away in his newly-purchased house for the first day, unpacking the boxes he had brought with him.
The next day had been spent organizing and reorganizing his house. In fact, so were the next two days. But there was only so much he could do without driving himself insane, and so Al had finally ventured from his home for the first time that morning. He had gone for a jog that morning without causing a commotion, and perhaps that had given him enough gumption to try and make his official return to Bellingstone.
Or perhaps his official return had happened when he first submitted his intent to run for mayor in the emergency election to replace Jethro Clarke. Maybe he should have spoken to either his brother or his parents before he had come into town. It was too late for that now though, and here he was, staring down his family's diner from across the street and a few storefronts away.
Certainly, the news was breaking now, and it was only a matter of time before Axel heard the news from someone else. Al took a deep breath in and then out once more. He took a step towards the diner and then stopped again.
God, why was this so hard?
Al pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. He could call his mother or his father, tell him he was here first. His finger hovered over their phone numbers. No, Axel was the one he had to speak to. They had never gotten along as children, but they were older now, and so certainly those days had passed.
But perhaps he would wait until it looked like the diner had calmed down a bit. Until then, he sat down on a park bench, continuing to stare down the diner as he considered the best way to make his re-entrance into Bellingstone.
The next day had been spent organizing and reorganizing his house. In fact, so were the next two days. But there was only so much he could do without driving himself insane, and so Al had finally ventured from his home for the first time that morning. He had gone for a jog that morning without causing a commotion, and perhaps that had given him enough gumption to try and make his official return to Bellingstone.
Or perhaps his official return had happened when he first submitted his intent to run for mayor in the emergency election to replace Jethro Clarke. Maybe he should have spoken to either his brother or his parents before he had come into town. It was too late for that now though, and here he was, staring down his family's diner from across the street and a few storefronts away.
Certainly, the news was breaking now, and it was only a matter of time before Axel heard the news from someone else. Al took a deep breath in and then out once more. He took a step towards the diner and then stopped again.
God, why was this so hard?
Al pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. He could call his mother or his father, tell him he was here first. His finger hovered over their phone numbers. No, Axel was the one he had to speak to. They had never gotten along as children, but they were older now, and so certainly those days had passed.
But perhaps he would wait until it looked like the diner had calmed down a bit. Until then, he sat down on a park bench, continuing to stare down the diner as he considered the best way to make his re-entrance into Bellingstone.