Four months was a long time. Too long for friends to be apart. Angelina should have learned by now that time was frail. Any one of her friends could be killed without a moment's hesitation. And Ang would have never forgiven herself if George had been hurt, or worse, in the past four months. They had so much catching up to do. What had he been doing lately? Did he have a girlfriend? A crush? Angelina hoped George didn't turn around and ask these questions of her. What had she done the past four months? Other than practices and the odd social with her teammates, a whole lot of nothing. It was rather embarrassing. There was always the option of lying, but Ang had never been any good at lying. Besides, this was George, she had nothing to hide from him!
Grabbing her bags, Angelina nodded and followed George into his flat. As embarrassment rose to his voice, Angelina couldn't help but snicker. Looking around, she shook her head gently. "George, it's fine, really. My flat is just as messy." Which was the truth. Ang despised cleaning, and only cleaned when it was absolutely necessary. Usually before company came over, or when it got too be a little too messy for even her. But being in a messy flat felt comforting. Angelina had always hated going to flats and homes where everything was spotless, and there was no junk anywhere. Did those people even live? It was like stepping into a wax museum! Dust happened, and so did messes. Ang couldn't wait for the day where messy was in.
Making her way through the room, Angelina left her bags near the door. There was nothing in them she'd need, and hopefully she'd remember them that way! Sitting down on a couch, Angelina looked to her right and started laughing. "Knickers, George? What were you doing out here last night?" Ang teased. She understood it, at least from a girl's point of view. Angelina figured he had been trying on clothes, throwing them around, and his knickers just got tangled up. Patting beside her, Angelina urged George to join her. This was nice, she felt... good. Happy, even. It was almost foreign to her, it had been so long since she'd smiled so much in one day! This prospective job was already starting to work.