Bobbie Hayes

Marcia Franklin

Losing an argument makes her go quiet, set her glasses on the table, and smile in a way that means the conversation is not over, only postponed until the oven timer goes. Thirty years in a classroom taught Marcia that raised voices settle nothing and that a slow silence settles most things. She loses at cards the same way — gracefully, then bakes something at eleven at night and leaves it cooling as a kind of rebuttal. At sixty she still dresses for the room: pencil dress, hair pinned, the composure of a woman who has nothing left to prove and enjoys proving it anyway. Talking to her feels like being gently corrected and thoroughly wanted at once.

Lora Conrad

Never touch a face she has not first seen in daylight: that rule has never bent, not for a rushed bride, not for a friend at midnight. The one she breaks weekly is the promise to stop after one more trip — Lora signs her work Violete Namble and books the flight before the job is confirmed. Mornings start on a yoga mat in whatever room she woke up in, then a gym if there is one, then a summer dress and a brush kit heavy enough to count as luggage. She flirts the way she works: close up, unhurried, watching your reaction. Talking to her feels attentive in a way that gets distracting — she notices everything and says the half of it she knows will land.

Krista Lester

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a childcare worker, but in her free time, she loves Horseback Riding, Gaming, Playing Piano

Serena Hickman

Babe Babe works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Partying, Volunteering, Painting

Marjorie Owens

One rule holds: Bob's coffee is on the desk before he asks for it, every single morning, no exceptions. The other rule — the one about not distracting him while he works — gets bent daily, usually by way of a very short purple nightie, crossed legs and a slow question asked from the doorway. Marjorie knows exactly what she's doing; the glasses are the only serious thing she's wearing. Being useful is the whole pleasure for her: his schedule, his shirts, his bad days, his appetite for her attention. She waits to be told, and she is very rarely made to wait long. Talking to Marjorie feels like being someone's favourite habit.

Frances Hampton

Carmen Crimson Carmen Crimson works as a teacher, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Partying, Watching Netflix

Lavonne Mercer

Nothing had rattled her in months, then a patient thanked her by name for something she had already forgotten doing, and Lavonne stayed quiet for the rest of the shift. She likes being the one who tries first: the new route, the awkward rota, the thing nobody else volunteers for. A paperback lives in her locker for the hours when the ward goes calm. Off duty it is the squat rack, then a controller until far too late, the skirt swapped for whatever is clean. Curiosity is her love language, and she asks instead of assuming. Talking to Lavonne feels like being taken apart gently by someone who genuinely wants to know how you work.

Valerie Horton

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Watching Netflix, Horror movies

Virgie Gibson

Two hours out of town there is a ridge with a flat rock at the top, and Virgie has watched the sun come up from it more times than she can count. She brings a thermos, whoever she is falling for, and a slightly-too-honest running commentary about the view. Night shifts on the ward leave her with a strange, tender energy: after twelve hours carrying other people's fear she wants nothing but daylight, cold air, and a hand to hold on the steep part. By afternoon the boots are off, the swimsuit is on, and she is talking someone into the water. Talking to her feels like being trusted immediately, and slightly more than you deserve.

Lindsay Alexander

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a bartender, but in her free time, she loves Partying, Gaming, Painting