Unnamed girl's groove: The Laundromat
Sara has to go to the laundromat if she wants to do her laundry. Since she goes there without any make-up on, people don't recognize her as being the famous "Unnamed Girl". Aside from her ex-partners and Dotty, Sara either meets cute or she's left the fuck alone. She has a routine, however, and the most observant people would manage to know where she is on her days off. Brett Howard, her ex, found her a couple days ago. He was in town and wanted to visit her -after all, there were no rumors of her being in a relationship, and he knew Sara wouldn't be able to kick him into the curb-. What drove him to Sara? Was it boredom? Was it the need to prove to himself that he could still get it? He didn't know and decided not to even think about it. He still remembered the face Sara made when he dumped her, her beautiful freckled face was wet from the tears she was crying. Her lips trembled, her body shook and she was begging him not to leave her but he did. He left and he broke her heart. Surely, upon seeing him she would lose control, she would try to get him back. He could only dream about it.
The reality, however, was quite different. He found Sara at the laundromat, wearing short shorts and a hoodie. She was busy drying her wet clothes when she felt the air turn colder. She knew it was Brett because he loved to do so back in the day. It made her freeze and Sara pinched her lips together. Her eyes shifted from left to right, and the young woman didn't know how to react. Brett, once he left, had not reached out to her in months. Why would he come back to her place? Why would he come, if not to mock and insult her? Sara tucked her hair behind her ears, a telltale sign of her anxiety but then she remembered that she wasn't in the same place as when he dumped her. She was dating Homelander... Could it be considered dating? They were seeing each other and that was the truth. He liked her company and they both had a good time. She wasn't alone. She was even more successful and loved by others. She had an Only Fans now, so why would she care about that son of a bitch? She turned to look at the older man. He was still as handsome as before and twice as cockier.
Her heart was racing against her ribcage and her eyes slowly got watery as she realized she wasn't fully over the shit he made her go through. " Still doing the same shit, as usual, baby. You're easy to find, you know that?" She lifted an eyebrow and crossed her arms above her chest. "Piss off, Brett. I don't even know what you're doing here. Go be a nuisance somewhere else." -He laughed at her and walked closer.- "Sara, Sara, Sara.... You don't mean your words. You know you don't!" She lifted her brows and tried to keep a strong face but it didn't work. She was impressed and unprepared. "Go fuck yourself, Brett! I'm good. I'm real good and as a matter of fact, you've done me a favour by dumping me. I met someone else and trust me, I'm good!" He laughed at her, not really believing her words, which made some purple flakes cross her eyes. "Of course you are. I just came here to tell you that I'm around and I still have your number. So, just wait for my phone call!" She rolled her eyes and put her cheek against her warm palm. He left but she knew that he would come back and she had to be prepared next time because he was expecting her to grovel at his feet for his fucking affection and she was having none of it. The truth was, Sara was scared and uncomfortable. SHe thought she was over the pain he caused her but she wasn't. and she didn't know how he'd react to her if she didn't do as he pleased.
-TBC-
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