Andrew was so immersed in his own artistry that he failed to notice someone walking up to him. Some things never changed- when it came to creativity, he got so immersed in his own projects sometimes that he forgot what time it was, Sandra constantly had to remind him to stop what he was doing and eat. Some would say he was a workaholic, but Andrew loved his job, he loved creating. Being the god of his own little realm, adding the details from the smallest child to the greatest city, it was a joy that Andrew never lost, and there were some people that said that he was born to create art- His paintings had been scoped out before by big name Artistic Museums, but Sandra knew that would put too much pressure on the young boy.<br/><br/>Andrew never handled pressure well, that had been a constant throughout as far as Lexi would've known him-  anyone started pushing Andrew, he followed along, simply because he didn't like altercations. Sandra knew he had a creative mind, but had he been exposed to the real world early on, it would've destroyed the boy he was, and she wanted to keep him safe, as any mother would. Andrew's creativity was allowed to freely grow, and as Lexi knew, grow it did. But that was ancient history, Right now, they were dealing with the present.<br/><br/>Andrew would look up upon hearing a voice, but his hand would clench when he recognized it- That was it? Hope you weren't waiting too long? Andrew didn't know what he was expecting, but he felt pissed off that she kept things so short. Still, he grabbed his briefcase from the car and went upstairs, placing it ontop of his bed, as he looked around- Everything was just as he left it- Papers scattered around the desk, Wax Figures laid dusted on shelves, and his various notebooks and art books sat in a milkcrate by his bed. Picking them up, Andrew gave them a flip through, before raising an eyebrow- He'd need to give some of these a look, some had pretty good designs from his old days. Least, that is what he thought, before he saw one that made him stop- a picture of Lexi that he drew with pencil, from their highschool days.<br/><br/>He immediately dropped it back into the crate. He'd clear them out later.<br/><br/>Coming back down, he'd have his phone out, before looking towards Lexi as she was preparing lunch- She was much slimmer than he remembered, her figure was graceful, and she had this poise and posture that spoke of elegance. Between that figure and her voice, she was likely a superstar to the Entertainment Community. He knew they needed to find a way to talk or at LEAST coexist until things were settled, but he still felt hostile towards her. Leaning against the wall, he'd speak up. "<b>So where is Jaime? Thought she was supposed to be here." </b>He asked. It was a reasonable question, though he couldn't hide the cold edge to his voice, he was always an open book- he didn't want to be here. If it was anyone else that wasn't Jaime or Sandra, he wouldn't be here. It hurt like hell to be.<br/><br/>Andrew would dial for Pizza- He was happy to see Pieology was still a thing in Eastvale. He got a classic order for Double Cheese and Pepperoni, stuffed crust, Cheese Bread, and a 2 liter of Pepsi. What he needed right now was some classic, home made, not-good-for-you food. After finishing the order, he'd speak up. "<b>So....How have you been?" <br/>
</b><br/>It was a start, if nothing else.