Frank, 30.

Frank, 30, was a fastidious man. He would firstly describe himself as precise. Exactness was a rule in his disciplined, worldly view, virtue above all. With his custom shirts just so, and his slacks so sharply creased, he had little time or patience for lazy self-controllers lacking will, or any knowledge of its core value. He liked his life just as it should be, everything orderly, what he expected, with no surprises, drama, or reverie. 

Then, one seemingly ordinary morning, every single thing he ever thought he knew just blew up into a million meaningless pieces, all at once, leaving him breathless, silly, somewhere new and unknown-- the day he met an emo girl, Pauli.