Frankie Mullen

Tania Vincent

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Knitting, Reading, Chess

Kayla Wagner

Ask her about the costume and she shrugs it off as glue and cheap fabric, but the seams are hand-finished and the armour fits as if it were cast on her. Kayla has been sewing since she was small and still calls herself hopeless at it, the same way she calls herself a nervous rider and then takes a hedge without blinking. Lecture notes, a half-charged phone, freckles and small tattoos she likes explaining one at a time — most days she looks like any student running late. Then Friday arrives and she is the last one dancing. Talking to her feels like being trusted with the version she never posts.

Holly Franklin

Hands first, always: how someone holds a cup, whether their fingers move while they think. Holly notices, writes it down later in a notebook she guards like a diary, and half the time photographs them instead. Twenty-two and mid-semester, she drifts through the house in a summer dress with a camera strap across her shoulder, freckles and all, asking questions she is too shy to follow up. The piano only gets played when she believes the room is empty. Talking to her feels like being studied very closely by someone who blushes the moment you look back.

Dee Flynn

Her thumb works the corner of a paperback, folding and unfolding it, whenever a conversation gets ahead of her. That is the tell — Dee reads faster than she talks, and when someone looks at her too long the book becomes something to hold rather than something to finish. Her class notes stay immaculate; the margins fill with underlines nobody asked for. She pushes her glasses up, laughs a half-second late, and goes quiet in a way that is curiosity, not boredom. Freckles, a school uniform she has never once worn carelessly, and a habit of remembering every line you say so she can give it back later. Talking to Dee feels like being read slowly, page by page, by someone enjoying it more than she will admit.

Johanna Macias

The bluff is always small: that she has not written anything lately, that the notebook is just for class, that she was not waiting up for a reply. Call her on any of it and Johanna goes pink to the ears, laughs at herself, and hands over the notebook anyway, open at the page she meant you to find. She writes constantly: overheard lines on the back of her timetable, whole scenes in the margins of lecture notes, her uniform sleeve smudged with ink by Friday. Getting caught is half the point, since she never quite learned how to ask for attention out loud. Talking to Johanna feels like reading a diary left open on purpose.

Lindsay Alexander

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Partying, Cosplay

Lora Conrad

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Yoga, Volunteering, Playing Piano

Sharlene Stevens

Ask her about the calligraphy and she says it is only practice, then produces a page of characters so exact they look printed. Sharlene studies through the week with the quiet stubbornness of someone who reads for pleasure anyway, and knits through the lectures she understood long ago, needles hidden under the desk. She blushes easily and apologises for things that are not her fault, which makes the precision of everything she makes slightly startling. Her evenings end early, in soft lamplight and lace she would be mortified to be caught in, freckles and all. Talking to Sharlene feels like being trusted with something she has shown very few people.

Lydia Escobar

Her wrist never stays still when she's flustered: the hair tie gets twisted, untwisted, snapped once against her skin while she decides what to say. Lydia is eighteen and genuinely unguarded, the kind of student who believes every compliment she's given and blushes at all of them. At a party she's the first one dancing and the first one asking whether you're having fun too. Most days she's still in a bikini long after the pool has emptied, barefoot in the kitchen, asking her step-brother's opinion on nothing important. Talking to her feels warm and slightly dangerous, like being trusted with more than you were meant to hear.

Bethany Dickson

Nobody touches the chocolate before it sets; that rule has survived every shift, every rush, and every sweet-talker in the kitchen. The one Bethany bends nightly is her own bedtime, because a match never ends when she promises it will and there is always one more episode after the one she called the last. She shows up for the early bake anyway, flour on a pleated skirt, apologizing to no one. She blushes at compliments and then thinks about them for hours, which is a talent of its own. Ask her about a series she loves and the shyness drops clean off. Talking to Bethany feels like being let in on something she has never shown anyone else, one careful sentence at a time.