Tristian hummed quietly to himself as he walked to work. He'd had Annette make sure he kept regular hours for the past three days as it was always better to deal with his entire staff when he had a good bit of rest and sanity about him. That meant today he looked decidedly unfrazzled, but significantly more relaxed than when he was out at a party.

He was dress in tight-fitted jeans that were purposefully and artfully distressed with both bleached patches and ripped parts, a black thin belt, and a tight graphic tee with an abstract colorful pattern on it. It was a simple look, but one that was comfortable and perfect for meeting his staff. His hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, with no lose strands in sight, though that rarely seemed to laugh.

As he walked, he kept his eyes roaming around, looking at people, wondering what their stories were, if they'd me their soulmates, if they had general, if they were eternal loners. What jobs they did. He always wondered it all, and sometimes he really wanted to ask a particularly interesting looking stranger he saw, but he couldn't. Instead as his eyes drifted over the crowd, he noticed a familiar figure across the way and couldn't stop the little bit of a smile that started to form on his face.