Saoirse awoke in the tiny apartment she calls home. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few time as beams of the first lights of day were projected into her eyes. She groaned groggily as she rubbed her eyes with her wrist then stared at the name and date on it. Today she was finally going to meet him, her soulmate.

Saoirse sat up and scratched the back of her head then  looked at a painting, not yet finished, on the other side of the room. She sighed then heaved herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to wash her face.  She looked into the mirror and sighed once more. Her face and hands were covered in paint, her hair was a mess, and she ended up sleeping in her clothes from yesterday. [i]"About all nighter... At least it's almost done, I guess."[/i] She thought silently as she grabbed a hair tie and made up her hair into a messy bun.

She then proceeded to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee before returning to the bathroom to take a shower. Saoirse stripped down and stepped into the shower. For the longed time she just stood there, contemplating as to how she should react to meeting her soulmate, as the warm water rained down on her body. She had wanted to meet him for so long, but now that the day has arrived she was a bit... Hesitant. Would he love her regardless of what she was? Or would he be afraid and disgusted by it? That was what she feared te most, being rejected; being alone all over again.

Saoirse turned off the water and dried off, then got dressed in a pair of fresh clothes. She wore a red, noodle strap camisole and a pair of blue skinny jeans, her auburn hair tied up in a messy bun.

She went back to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, then absent mindedly took a sip, burning her tounge. "Damnit!" She hissed then she glared at the painting. Her most recent commission, a painting for an elderly couple in Wales of their infant grandson. She was already way ahead of deadline and all she had left to do was a few touch ups before sending it to them via mail. The pay wasn't much but it would last her until her next job, providing that she used it sparingl; and besides it was better than nothing.

She took another sip of her coffee then and scowled at the mug of black coffee she had made. Saoirse got her hoodie and decided to head out for the nearest bake shop. It was still early in the morning, the sun had just begun to rise over the city landscape. The air was cool and crisp and a veil of morning fog covered the ground. All was still quiet except for the occasional squawks of seagulls. Saoirse inhaled the crisp air then exhaled deeply, leaving a steady trail of steam behind her.