Alex was practicing the piano, playing Beethoven's pieces, after a few minutes, he starts to make mistakes before he gives up and flips the manuscripts off.

He gets up and walks to his bed, slumping down on it and looking at the ceiling.

His bedroom has beige walls, filled with drawing filled papers taped to the walls, the drawings kind of abstract and emotional, his piano on the wall in front of his bed.

Then, comes Antonela, which he looks to her with a tired gaze.

"Hey." He says casually.