Used to Be | Sergio Agüero

chapter nine

sergio

I had not been completely unattached and single for at least seven years. When I broke up with Sara - this sounds terrible, I know - I was quick to make my moves on Emily.

The house was very quiet. It was more of a figurative quiet than it was an actual quiet, because I could hear Fanny vacuuming the first floor and making sure the smell of Emily was gone.

I wasn't crying like I thought I would be upon arriving home. Strangely enough, I felt okay. I didn't feel as broken by Emily as I did this morning.

I wasn't sure how long I sat down on my bed thinking, but it was surely long and deep enough for me not to notice that Fanny had stopped vacuuming, and she had actually cooked dinner.

"Coming," I shouted back a response as she called me.

As I sat down, Fanny left the dining room.

"Fanny?" I called out to her.

She entered the room, "Yes?"

"Sit with me, please," I said. "I need... I need a little company."

"Okay," she said. "Let me get a plate."

I watched as she rushed to the kitchen and listened as she hurriedly got a plate, glass, and utensils. When she sat down, I silently said grace and got my own servings of food.

"Did you injure yourself again, Sergio?" Fanny asked, filling the silence.

"Yeah," I said, "I'm gutted."

She nodded. "On Wednesday, will you go to the stadium or watch from here?"

"I've to ask the physio if I'm good enough to go to the Etihad, but hopefully I am."

It was awkward. Truly awkward. Fanny, I just looked to her as, well, my maid. She just looked to me as her boss. We never actually made any efforts to go any further. So, I ate quickly to stop the awkwardness.

"Great cooking, as usual," I smiled at her once I finished.

"Thank you," she mumbled as she swallowed.

"I'll be at David's" I said as I left. "Lock all the doors, please?"

"Of course, Sergio."

* * * *

"Serg, what are you doing here?"

David stood at the door in a t-shirt and sweatpants. I walked past him and said, "Nothing to do at home, mate."

He shut the door behind him, "Finally knowing what it's like living alone, huh?"

It took me a bit to mentally translate. "Oh, yeah."

"I wish I could take you to a bar or a club or something, man," he said.

"I'm actually okay," I said.

He looked confused, "So, your girlfriend for two years cheated on you, and you're okay?"

"For now, I am."

A sly smirk crawled up his face. "It's because of the physio."

I felt my skin heat up. "It's not because of Sara, David. She has a boyfriend."

"How does it feel though?" he asked, sitting down.

"What?"

"Your ex-girlfriend is gonna be giving you very physical therapy for a week."

"It's business."

"Yeah, but how does it feel?"

"Weird. But it kind of does distract me from Emily."

"I told you it was Sara."

"It's not - it's hard to explain."

A silence filled the room, but David broke it by singing softly, "Sergio's in love with his ex, Sergio's in love with his ex - "

"Shut up."