Artie was nervous the whole elevator ride up to Tina’s place. It had been so long since they had seen each other let alone talk. He wasn’t sure how this evening was going to go but he had to optimistic or else he would have never showed. Once the doors opened he rolled out, container filled with homemade soup in his lap and checked the doors for the right number. When he made it to the correct apartment he took a few moments to collect his thoughts and work up some courage to knock. “You’ve gotten this far Artie,” he said aloud to himself. “Just do it.” After another deep breath he finally knocked and smile when he saw the door swing open and Tina appear. “Hey Tina! Thanks for having me over.” He greeted her.
Hearing a knock at the door, Tina slowly stood from the couch as she mentally prepared herself. She opened the door and put a smile on her face. “Hi Artie. It’s good to see you.” The brunette moved out of the way so he could enter the apartment. Heading back into her living room, she made sure that there wasn’t anything that could get in Artie’s way. “So, would you like something to drink?” She grabbed her own drink and took a sip of it. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” Hovering between the kitchen and living room, she waited for him to reply. Tina looked him over and took in the changes that had happened over the years. It was clear that he wasn’t the same person she knew in high school. Then again, the same could be said about her. Still, she smiled because it was nice to see a familiar face; though she wasn’t sure that she’d say that about Santana or Puck.
Tina hadn’t thought that she’d see anyone else she went to high school with beyond Mercedes and Sam, out here in Los Angeles. But then, Artie turned up. Of course, she shouldn’t have been surprised given what he wanted to do with his life. She looked around her apartment and tidied up even though both her and Mercedes were neat. The apartment did have a lived in feel to it now. Not sure when Artie would arrive, she headed into the kitchen to get something to drink. Tina couldn’t help thinking about how long it had been since she had seen him. How much had he changed since then? How much had she? Those could only be answered when he arrived so she pushed those thoughts away for the time being. She headed back into the living room and sat on the couch so she could watch some television while she waited for him to arrive at the apartment.
Good. Cause I would really love to talk to you. What’s your apartment number?
Really? That would be great. The apartment is number 402. Come up whenever, I’ll be in all day.
How about a substitute? Artie’s chicken noodle soup instead?
Sounds wonderful. Thank you, Artie.
A bowl of my mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup right about now
I hope. This hotel is okay, but weighing heavy on my pocket. Yeah number hasn’t change Tina.
I’ll make sure to check tomorrow morning for you, Artie.
I bet. You never know what type of weirdos you may get just living with some random. Any vacant apartments in your building?
I’m not sure but I can check for you if you want. Then text you. Your number is still the same, right?