Tobias is mortified but the others don't care

Tobias immediately grabbed his towel, putting his hands on the front, almost tripping in the process.

"Hey, Marta," Grant called as he walked from the showers. "You're playing cards again, I see."

She looked at his uncovered naked body and grunted in acknowledgment, not bothering to say anything about his nakedness as she continued mopping.

"Aren't you gonna cover up?" Tobias's eyes darted around the room, checking if anyone else was as surprised and embarrassed as he was.

The other players just went about their business, completely unfazed by the old lady's presence.

Grant strolled over to his locker, whistling a tune. "Don't mind her, she's been doing this for years. Every time she needs to leave early to play cards with her friends, she just walks in. Just don't mind her, Toby."

Tobias nodded jerkily, trying to mimic his teammates' nonchalance. But as Marta cleaned farther into the locker room, he couldn't help but feel a heightened sense of vulnerability. This was his first time experiencing this kind of situation, and it frightened him.

He quickly walked towards the showers, clutching his towel even tighter. The sound of the water splashing against the tiles and the hum of the showerhead made his heart beat faster.

Once inside, Tobias found an empty corner, where he could keep his back to the wall. He removed his towel and hung it on the hook, careful to keep it within reach. He stepped under the hot water and closed his eyes, letting it wash away the sweat from practice. The heat from the water relaxed his muscles, and he started to feel more at ease.

As he washed off the sweat and grime from practice, his thoughts drifted to his insecurity. How was she allowed to be here? Imagine an old man walking into a room full of naked girls in their 20s. He would be fired immediately. But because Tobias was a man, nobody cared that he couldn't even be comfortable in the designated locker room?

After finishing his shower, Tobias quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He glanced over at the old cleaner, who was still making her way through the locker room. Her gaze flicked from one naked teammate to another, appraising their bodies with a critical eye. And then, she looked at Tobias, her gaze lingering on his towel-covered waist before moving up to his face.

Tobias felt his cheeks grow hot under her scrutiny. He quickly turned away and made his way back to his locker, putting on his briefs before taking off the towel. He quickly put on the rest of the clothes and left in a hurry.