A Unique Crossover

Chapter101: Breaking into

Once Coach Richard had dismissed us, I was the first to leave the room. Catching a taxi, asking the driver to drop me at the closet store that repairs news.

Dropping me by a nearby store that was mostly empty. Walking through the smell of glue and rubber was in the air. There was a guy probably the same age as me, bored out of his mind looked up, "Can I help you?"

I placed my ripped cleats on the desk, trying my best not to cry, "I need these to be fixed. Can you fix them?"

Staring at the cleats with a slight shock before calling someone at the back. A man who's in his thirty, he must be the owner, "Hello miss, what can I help you with?"

Pointing at my cleats, trying not to get annoyed by the question, "Please tell me that you can fix my cleats?"

His bushy eyebrows shot to the roof of his forehead. Shaking his head, "I'm sorry miss, we don't fix these kinds of shoes. You might have to go to Uncle Gadin."

Nodded before walking out without greeting or thanking either of us. Mumbling under my breath for the useless service and how that was the reason the store was empty.

Following the directions that the man had given me, walking into another store. That had the same smell as the last one, but having more customers.

A middle-aged woman greeted me with a bright smile after assisting a gentleman, "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hello." Greeting kindly before placing my torn shoes in front of her. "Is there anyone here who can fix my cleats, please?"

Having the same expression before calling 'Uncle Gadin'. Who was an old man who seemed surprisingly healthy. When he stood behind the lady's chair, he first looked me over, "How was the match, girly?"

His Scottish accent was undeniable, looking down to notices that I was still wearing my kit. Which was covered in mud, grass marks, and socked from the rain.

And that I was still wearing the new pair of cleats, which I've forgotten about, "It was good, sir, we won five against two."

"This lady wants to know if you can fix her cleats, Uncle Gadin." The lady informed him, showing my broken cleats. My hands nearly reached out when she picked them up, too roughly.

The man took the cleats and stared at them before glancing at my feet, "Those new ones are no good for you, girly?"

"No, they're fine," I said, not sure why I was defending them. But at the same time, not wanting him to think of things that aren't true. "They're just not those cleats."

I pointed at the cleats laying on top of the deck, trying my best not to burst into tears. Nodding his head, turning his back, walking to the back, "Liana, give the girly a blanket and something warm, please. I may be long."

Liana led me to the back of the store where there was an old brown leather couch. Handing me a big furry blanket to wrap around myself. Then she handed me a large cup of hot chocolate with some chocolate chip cookies.

Leaving me to wait on Uncle Gadin to return my cleats. While sitting on the couch, I was looking at the wall that was in front of me. A large board with notices, cards, and other stuff pinned onto it.

Beside it was a Scotland flag hanging on the wall beside a few pictures of him in his youth. Some were him in a soccer kit, him and his family, and the store on its first day of business.

After staring at it, I checked my phone for any messages. Haylie was asking me where I was, which I explained. When I saw David's name with a few messages, a part of me wanted to reply. But I was too stubborn and not ready to speak to him yet.