Uncertainty

Chapter 34

Tobin's POV;

Tobin extended an arm into the fridge to retrieve the glass tupperware container of leftover chilli from last night. A smile creeped upon her face as her hand made contact with the bowl. She pulled it out hurriedly, and spun around to set it on the counter.

Her body freezes, but erupts again as the pang of shattering glass fills her ear drums. Her heart almost stops at what she turns around to see.

"Nice to see you too" The dark voice laughs, smiling at the midfielder.

Tobin swallows the lump in her throat and even after that, it took a while for her to muster up any kind of response.

"What are you doing here?" The midfielder clenches her jaw, paying no mind to the shards of glass and wasted food brimming around her feet.

He moves into the kitchen and the older girl grows anxious, watching every step he takes closely.

"I was kind of hoping that Alex was home" He says, setting flowers down on the counter.

Tobin chuckles slightly, "Why?" She says between laughs.

"Things ended not so preferably at the cafe, thanks to you mostly, so I've come to talk things out with her. Where is she?" Servando glances around the apartment as if she was about to appear out of thin air.

"She's on a run" She says simply, knowing the man deserves no more details.

He nods and furrows his brow, "I suppose I'll wait until she gets back" He moves out of the kitchen and to the leather couch.

Tobin had an awful feeling about this. She didn't want a fight to arise, but she also didn't want to be disrespected by her girlfriend's ex in her own home. Stepping cautiously out of the mess she made, she wipes off her feet, but before she can even attempt to clean up the clutter, she hears the familiar creak of their flat door open.

"Tobs, I wish you would have gone with me, the-" Alex is kicking off her shoes when Tobin examines her looking up at Servando.

Their eyes stay interlocked for a moment as the older girl watches the encounter uncomfortably.

"Alex," he begins, but can't seem to figure out how to continue.

Tobin, being the comic relief that she often found herself acting as, decided to intervene, a habit of hers that the striker often complained about, but always appreciated.

"Yeah," She takes a bite of the toast she had made earlier, "Servando is quite the gentlemen," she grabs the flowers off the counter and walks casually to her girlfriend and Alex's ex. "He took it upon himself to bring you flowers" She smells them jokingly and hands them to Alex.

The striker furrows her brow and hesitantly takes them.

"Although, it appears as though he didn't really remember that you prefer wild picked flowers in contrast to bouquets" The midfielder shrugs, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Alex blushes bashfully, "Thanks for the flowers Serv, but I think that-" The younger girl begins, but stops as soon as her girlfriend wrap a protective arm around her waist.

"She thinks they'd be better suited in your apartment," she grabs the flowers and hands them to the man. "You know, with that red wall in your living room, yellow flowers would look nice"