Daphne hadn't wanted to intrude in Tracey's home, but after waiting about ten minutes for her to arrive, she went inside like she'd been told to do and sat the food she'd brought along on the nearest flat surface. She spent the next little while just waiting and trying to figure out what she was even going to say to Tracey. There were a million things, of course, that she wanted to say, but she wasn't sure which ones should be the ones that she started with. She desperately wanted to try and start things over again and really give it a try, but she was fairly certain that Tracey had absolutely no eagerness to do so.
Since the night they'd ended up here at her place making out and nearly going too far while Tracey was inebriated, Daphne had been wondering if that meant that somewhere deep down the blonde still had feelings for her. She wasn't sure if it was feelings that meant anything now or if it was just echoes of the love they had long ago. Daphne knew that she still loved Tracey, but she wasn't sure that it was possible for the other woman to love her. Not after all she'd done.
She was still pondering over all of that when Tracey opened the door. She looked up and shook her head. "That's alright," she said. "I haven't been waiting that long." She nodded at the bag of food. "Might need to warm that up. I got your favorite," she explained. "Well, what was your favorite a while back." She wasn't even sure if Tracey's tastes had changed in that time. Perhaps they had. "How was work?," she questioned.