Aleksander wakes up with a pounding in his skull, rolling over to slam off his alarm. Last night, he made the decision to go to a bar and drink like he normally would, but he may have went a little overboard with the shots. He hasn't been this way in a long time, regretting the choices that he remembers making last night.

He gets himself out of bed, going to his bathroom to take some ibuprofen as well as get ready for his day. Alek groans as he waits for the medicine to kick in, holding his head. This is one of the moments where he wishes that he could stay in bed all day, but he has a routine to maintain.

He's eating a bowl of oatmeal when he looks at the clock. Speaking of, he's two minutes behind. He shovels the food into his mouth, quickly grabs his phone, keys, and wallet before he bolts out the door, heading to his job at the local cafe.

Right on time, the kids from the apartment next to his also leave their house to begin heading to school. As usual, Alek says hi to them before heading off ahead of them towards the staircase.

Alek isn't what you would necessarily call a recluse, as he also politely says hello to his upstairs neighbor, and she cheerfully responds back. However, not very many people know much about him. If you were to ask any of the other tenants in this building anything about Alek, all that they would be able to say was that he seemed nice. With his false personality, the most impressionable part about him is his subtle Russian accent.

Overall, Alek isn't all that memorable, and he prefers to keep it that way.

After leaving his apartment building, Alek says hi to many other people, after all, the town isn't quite what you would deem small, but many of the locals know each other.

During his walk, Alek has a smile on his face, but inside he's hollow. He's bored of his routine, tired of it really, but it's best this way. Nothing bad can happen.

Alek opens the door to the cafe, relaxing at the familiar smell of coffee beans and the sound of popular music playing over the speakers. He quickly heads behind the counter, and places the green apron over his head before tying it around his waist.

The other person working behind the counter is Emilie. Her long black hair is held up in a messy bun, and she's wearing simple jeans and a black t-shirt, not wanting to get anything cute ruined with coffee stains.

Unlike Alek, her quirky and outgoing personality makes her the most memorable person on the block.

"So, how do you feel this morning?"

Emilie is Alek's kind of friend. Given that title when she became the first and only contact in his phone. When he first began working here, she would talk to him non stop, wanting to get him out of his shell. It's worked slightly, Emilie has grown on him, although he tries to keep her at a distance.

Emilie considers Alek her friend. Although he's got a few issues to work through, Emilie isn't one to judge, and knows he needs someone to be there.

Alek groans as he clocks in through the computer. "Don't tell me I drunk called you again, did I?"

Emilie snorts. "Yeah, you did. It was pretty hilarious trying to convince you not to go streaking through the neighborhood."

While Emilie knows of his frequent drinking, other than the bartenders, it's kept quiet. Alek isn't sure if people would appreciate living next to an alcoholic and drug abusive man.

Her smile softens to where she's pursing her lips. "I know you don't want to hear this from me again..."

"You're right, I don't Em."

"But, you should get out there more. Meet a guy, he doesn't even have to be your soulmate. It's kind of depressing to see you drinking by yourself at a bar every night."

Their conversation pauses for a few minutes as they take a couple of customers.

Alek hears this rant from Emilie almost every time they work together, and it isn't because Emilie is judgemental of Alek's lifestyle, it's simply that she wants to see a genuine smile on his face.

"Emilie, we both know I have little chance of every meeting my—"

"Because you're not happy!"

"Can we please drop this?"

Alek can only handle so much pressure before he begins to buckle under it. Emilie doesn't know why Alek doesn't want to be happy, why he doesn't want to try. But Alek can't let go of his past, and until he does, he'll never be truly fulfilled.

Alek hands his coffee to another customer, willing himself to be able to make it through the day.

Nathaniel grabs his coffee from the attractive barista, already glad that his day is having a great start. He's always appreciated a man who can pull off a beard.He scolds the thought immediately after. He's only gotten out of a relationship about a month ago. This is a fresh start, not an opportunity to stare at cute guys.

Nathaniel, sometimes going by Niel, never liked having been called any version of Nate or Nathan, has just moved to Bath. He was told by his parents that he needs to learn to grow up, his firecracker personality a bit too lively for many of the adults around him, including his ex-girlfriend.

They had been high school sweethearts, dating since their sophomore year and even through college. Now though, at age twenty-seven, their relationship has finally sizzled out.

It wasn't either of their faults, in fact, the breakup was mutual. While their personalities complemented each other at the beginning, both of them firecrackers, Sarah grew older and they both found each other growing apart. Niel was content only being with Sarah, although they weren't soulmates, but Sarah soon began to resent him for this.

Sarah thought it was best that they break up, because clearly their relationship was stagnant, and something in their lives was wrong for having a lack of soulmates.

This new start will be good for Niel, and while he did keep a few reminders from his relationship with Sarah, as they were together for so long, things will get better.

Niel walks away from the cafe and towards his new apartment building. Sadly, there was a mishap with the moving truck and it ended up in a completely different town than what it was supposed to. So for now, at least until that's fixed and all of his belongings arrive, Niel gets to sleep on the couch.

The couch came with the apartment, and Niel was planning on tossing it. It's a good thing that he's waited until now since it's the only thing he has temporarily.

The apartment building has an elevator, which he presses the fourth floor button on once he's inside, the stairs not boding well in his mind. Niel's stomach is filled with butterflies as he's ready to walk into his new home.

He knows what it looks like, since he came to see it a couple of weeks ago, but it's the first time he'll be on his own, which is different.

Room forty-four, he repeats to himself, as he walks to the end of the hallway. Even though he's positive it's the right room, he double checks and rechecks that it's the correct door, as there's one to the right as well. When he's finally satisfied, he slides the key into the lock and turns the handle.

The space is indeed vacant, with light hardwood floors, along with an ugly plaid loveseat in the center. Niel cringes at the thought of having to sleep on that with his long, lanky body. However, the look is wiped off his face when he sees the main reason he took this apartment.

The wall behind the couch is almost completely devoted to the window. When Niel saw the beautiful view out into the city, he had to have the place no matter what everything else looked like, it would be perfect for painting.

Niel shuts the door behind him and continues looking around the place. To the left of the entrance is the kitchen, only separated from the rest of the room by an island. Also on the left is an entrance leading into what would be his bedroom, after all of his things arrived. The exposed brick that is throughout the apartment, sans the bathroom, as well as the exposed ceiling beams gives the place a certain industrial feel that Niel simply adores.

Things will be different here.