(caden)

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Since being caught by half the town walking out of the ocean in half-siren form, April has taken care to get her morning swimming done before there's much of a crowd on the beach. She's not ashamed necessarily, she's just still not sure how a siren like her fits into this town, how she's supposed to follow the rules. Before Siren Cove, she's never been part of a group of sirens, she's never had a matriarch and if she's honest, she's mostly been trying to avoid the situation.

It just makes things easier.

She's long since finished her swim this morning and she's dressed again, wandering the beach as she dries her hair on her towel. There are plenty of houses that line the beach and there's a part of her that still wonders if she can't give up the nice apartment she has to find a place closer to the water. Being out here, being in the ocean, it's as close to home as she's ever had.

But at the same time, she still doesn't have a job in Siren Cove and she knows moving into a house she shouldn't be able to afford will bring up questions. And given what she's been warned about when it comes to following the rules, she's not sure that admitting she's conned a good number of people out of a fair bit of a money over the past five years is going to go over particularly well. So she stays where she is, but she spends a lot of time on the beach anyway and she checks out the houses as she goes.

There's one home in particular she's looking at today. It looks like someone is moving in and April wanders closer curiously, her towel draped over her shoulder as she catches sight of the man who looks like he might be renting the place.

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[writtenby_caden]

Caden is a little stressed out.

For the last two nights he's been sleeping on a leaky air mattress in his new bedroom because for some reason he thought it would be smart to fly to his new home while all of his belongings were on a truck slowly making its way across the country.

California to Maine is quite the journey, but he's still near the ocean. It should be fine.

The movers have arrived with his things and there are just people everywhere, burly men calling out to each other, and Caden hasn't had enough sleep to deal with this. He gives vague directions on where to put the big things and then escapes out to the back deck. It was one of the main selling points of this location - a gorgeous redwood deck with stairs leading down into the sand. The ocean is right there, and Caden can be near it whenever he wants.

He's standing on the deck without wandering far from his french press, a hot cup of coffee in his hand as he stares out at the waves. Someone steps into his peripheral vision, and he's a little embarrassed to say that he does a double take at the sight of her.

With the circles that Caden is forced to run in sometimes, along with spending time in San Francisco and Los Angeles, he's no stranger to attractive people, but this woman is stunning.

She's looking at him and Caden swallows hard, cheeks going pink in a way that he hopes he can blame on the sun. He lifts his free hand in a wave, and then decides that it's about time that he start getting to know his neighbors.

"Hi," he calls out as he trails out onto the sand, feet bare under the cuffs of his jeans, toes digging in. He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck with his free hand and gives her a warm smile. "Or should I say 'howdy neighbor'?"