Spencer opened the door and listened for some kind of movement that would indicate there was still someone present in her apartment. Upon hearing complete silence, she released a breath she was holding and ran a hand through her hair. She felt bad for having a sense of relief coursing through her but then again, she felt bad about a lot of things that occurred in the past 24 hours.

She shuffled into the living room, while kicking off her shoes, and dropped her jacket en purse on the couch. Craving some water, she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass.

“You’re back.”

The blonde shrieked and dropped the glass she was holding, sending shatters all over the kitchen floor. She watched the shards settle themselves on the floor before looking up and seeing a neutral faced Ashley regarding her with a look she had yet to decipher.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Spencer replied but didn’t move. Mostly because she wasn’t looking forward to stepping into the broken glass barefoot. But a small part inside her kept the broken glass as a barrier between them and refused to move. “What are you doing here?”

The brunette shrugged and folded her hands in front of her. “Hell if I know.” After Spencer left, Ashley wanted to follow her and make her understand this was just a big misunderstanding on her part. However, the rational voice in her head told her to give the blonde some space. So she did. But when she woke up on Spencer’s couch and no sign of the blonde, Ashley’s vivid imagination took her for quite the colourful spin. Not even calling her best friend and explaining the entire ordeal had helped. She couldn’t shake the thought of Spencer cheating on her with that Sam woman, just to get back at her. And when Ashley had a thought in her head…

Spencer frowned and glanced around her, avoiding Ashley’s piercing gaze. Maybe she should clean up the mess she had just made. It was better than standing here, trying to avoid the other woman. She opened the door under the sink and took out a small broom and pan and began cleaning up the broken glass.

“You shouldn’t do that barefoot.” Ashley stated. She frowned at Spencer shrugging but not giving a reply. This wasn’t helping her fight against her mind and its telltales. “Let me.” She said and gently grasped the blonde by the arm.