[color=f7941d][h1][b]Arna Renheim[/b][/h1][/color]

Arna's thoughts were overcome by an air of distress which permeated every moment of the taxi ride back to the apartment. Her hands held her head, which shook with worry as she reviewed and critiqued her own actions.

"Why didn't I say anything? Should I have said something? I think i should have said something. Now he's going to think i'm weird!" Her mother's face was contorted with an akward half-smile tried to console her daughter by patting her back.

"Come on, all you did was hand him a note. It's not like you said or did anything regrettable."

"Yea, but shouldn't I have done SOMETHING?" She said, releasing her head from the clutches of her hands and looking over at her mother.

"Arna. Don't think about it too hard. It's already happened, there's no use crying over spilt milk, or unsaid words in this case. Besides, you guys are soulmates. Just talk to him tomorrow, or something, and don't beat yourself up about it." She pulled her hand back as the taxi came to a halt in front of the apartment complex.

"Yea, I guess your right. I'm just getting worked up over nothing." Arna pulled herself back together, and stepped out of the taxi, following her mother back to the apartment. "I guess all I can do is wait till he calls." Arna resigned herself to waiting. "Anyway, when do I get to meet this roomate of yours?" She asked this as her mother opened the door to the apartment, and wandered over to the sofa.

"Whenever she gets back."

"Oh, yea, right. So, want to tell me some stuff about her?" Arna asked, taking off her shoes and taking a seat on the couch across from her mother. She leaned in, as if to pay more attention to the answer.

"Honestly, we haven't had a lot of time to talk. I've been working on some cases for the council, which have kept me out on most days, and she's rarely both here and awake when I do get back. But, from what I do recall, she's an entertainer of some sort. Oh, and I think she has one of those soulmate marking things on her wrist." Arna leaned back, relaxing against the couch.

"That's it? Interesting. Alright."

"Wanna watch TV until she gets back?" Her mother asked, moving to grab the television remote off of the coffee table. 

"How about a movie?"

"Sure. Here, you find one." She said, tossing the remote to Arna, who started sifting through the on demand section. Arna's mother stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Beer? Popcorn?"

"Sure, and double sure." Arna said, as she settled on some stupid comedy movie.