Waking up to the sound of his alarm clock, Alex gently rolled over and looked at the time. It was 6:30 in the morning, like usual. No matter how early or late Alex went to bed, he always woke up at this time. It was like his body had found the perfect time to wake him up, and after a while, he had just accepted it. Rolling out of bed with a groan, Alex got ready for the day, showering, shaving and making breakfast, just like he did everyday. If anything, Alex was a creature of habit, and spontaneity was something he didn't employ often. While he ate his breakfast, he read some profiles from work, and took notes on his yellow notepad, scribbling in his confusing to everyone but him writing. His apartment wasn't huge, but it was comfortable enough to where if he had to entertain guests, or let someone crash at his place, they would have enough room to live together comfortably. Finishing his breakfast at exactly 7:20, Alex checked his phone, and sure enough, he had two messages. One was from Stacy, wishing him a good morning and wondering what he was doing today. Stacy....What an interesting woman, thought Alex with a small smirk. They had been dating for about two months now, and she was exactly the type of woman he thought would never even notice him, much less be interested in him. But somehow, partly due to the smoothness that was his friend Roy Byatt, they had met, and hit it off rather well. She wasn't the brightest of bulbs, and she didn't really share most of his interests, but lately she had begun to be more perceptive, and Alex started to teach her, share his interests with her, and vice versa. He found her highly attractive, and she found him....what was the word she used? Cute. Yes, that was it. Cute. He hadn't known he was a cute man, but who was he to argue with Stacy? On top of that, the intimacy was...wow. Alex had to give credit where credit was due, and Stacy knew her stuff. I guess blondes really do know how to have more fun. Stacy was a 25 year old buxom blonde, of about Alex's height, and had a runners body, toned and slightly tan. As he answered her text with his own, he checked to make sure he was fit to go out in public, and noting nothing wrong with his plain t-shirt and faded jeans, sent the text, and left for the day. He had no work today, but he was meeting Byatt, as most people close to Roy called him at his school. Rarely did Alex participate in the classes, but he merely observed, and conversed with Roy when he had a chance.