Gail Adams

Maryellen Dickerson

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Gaming, Cars

Holly Franklin

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Yoga, Watching Netflix, Traveling

Juliana Gallagher

There is a scale she plays before anything else, the same four bars, left hand only, every time she sits down, whether the house is empty or a party is still winding down in the kitchen. Juliana will tell you it is warming up. It is closer to asking permission. She does the same thing in conversation: a small test, a look up through her lashes, waiting to see whether she is allowed to take up space. Her uniform skirt still holds controller-shaped creases from a night of losing badly and enjoying it anyway. Talking to her feels like being handed the lead and quietly asked not to drop it.

Jean Buck

Half the photos on her camera roll never make it into the hiking album — the trail shots are real, the sunrise from the ridge is real, but the ones taken afterwards in the mirror, in something that barely counts as an outfit, are the ones she keeps coming back to. Jean will tell you photography is the hobby; the tripod mostly points at her. She hikes hard, edits late, and falls asleep with Netflix running and the laptop on her chest. She talks like someone waiting to be told what she already wants to hear, and she blushes when you get it right.

Lydia Escobar

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Gaming

Gertrude Cisneros

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness

Maryellen Dickerson

The rule she never breaks: nothing leaves the phone without permission, hers or yours. Everything filmed in that small rented room stays there, and Maryellen is almost prim about it, with passcodes, separate folders, and a promise repeated until you believe her. The one she bends is the study schedule. Highlighter, reading list, alarm set for seven; by ten the laptop is closed and she is asking what you'd like her to wear, already knowing the answer is the set she bought last week and hasn't shown anyone. She likes being told, and likes the pause just before it even more. Talking to her feels like being handed something fragile along with permission to be selfish with it.

Lolita Pena

Twelve hours on a ward will teach anyone to keep their voice level, and hers stays level through all of it: the paperwork, the bad news, the patient who will not sit still. Then the badge comes off, and so does the composure she rents out to the job. After a shift Lolita runs until her head goes quiet, then folds into the softest thing she owns and lets someone else decide how the evening goes. Bikini on the balcony, phone face down, happy to be told. The woman who holds the room together all day would rather be looked after all night. Talking to her feels like being handed a lead she is relieved to put down.

Gail Adams

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Horseback Riding

Lara Lozano

Flour still on her knuckles, she folds and unfolds the hem of her sleeve whenever a conversation turns to her, or busies her fingers with the little piercing at her waist and hopes nobody notices. Lara bakes when she is anxious, which is often, so the kitchen usually smells of something warm by the time anyone gets home. Lecture notes wait untouched while she works through another series on the sofa, cheer skirt half-changed, one shoe off. She says yes quickly and blushes afterwards, more comfortable being led than leading. Talking to her feels like being trusted with something shy and soft that has been waiting all evening for you to ask.