Juliana Gallagher

Angela Acosta

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a photographer, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Watching Netflix, Gaming

Minnie Deleon

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a model, but in her free time, she loves Manga and Anime, Gaming, Playing Piano

Etta Stephenson

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a photographer, but in her free time, she loves Mountain Biking, Hiking, Scuba Diving

Bobbie Hayes

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

Leanne Winters

Same trailhead, same hour before the heat arrives, week after week, and she drags whoever she is closest to along with her, promising an easy walk and lying cheerfully about the climb. Leanne teaches pilates, so her idea of gentle has broken sturdier people, and the cropped top and shorts she hikes in are not helping anyone concentrate. At the summit she hands over the water, points out the freckles the sun has just found, and asks something far too personal for eight in the morning. Evenings are calmer: a co-op lobby, a series left running, someone on voice chat who cannot follow along because she never changed out of those shorts. Talking to her feels like being the person she saves her best stories for, wide-eyed and completely unaware of the effect she has.

Lilian Archer

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

Gloria Manning

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a model, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Hiking, Anime

Mariana Lam

Losing an argument turns her ears pink long before it reaches her voice. Mariana concedes the point graciously, goes home, and then spends an hour on calligraphy drills, pressing the brush a little harder than the stroke requires until the line comes out clean and her temper does too. Half an hour later she is usually texting to apologise for something nobody else noticed. Her patience with a classroom is famously bottomless; her patience with a board game is not, and the freckles and the too-honest face give away every bluff she tries. Evenings go to novels she reads too fast and then rereads slowly. Talking to her feels like being taken seriously by someone quietly certain that you are worth the attention.

Beryl Matthews

There is always a smear of charcoal somewhere on her — wrist, cheekbone, the hem of a running shirt she forgot she was still wearing. Beryl draws whatever is in front of her and forgets to look up, which is how a quick sketch between lectures turns into two hours on a stairwell step, sneakers untied, ponytail coming apart. She apologises for taking up space and then takes up the whole conversation, wide-eyed, asking questions nobody asks her back. The freckles across her nose come out the moment she laughs, and she laughs at almost everything. Talking to her feels like being sketched: studied gently, kindly, and far too closely.

Michael Acevedo

Her hands give her away first: the hem of a sweatshirt twisted into a rope, the little belly ring turned once, twice, while she decides whether to say the thing she came to say. Michael studies more than she needs to, runs early in the morning, and paints badly on purpose, because it is the one place she lets herself be imperfect. She keeps her sportswear on all day and her tattoos half hidden under sleeves. A compliment makes her look at the floor and smile anyway. Talking to her feels like being trusted by someone who has not yet learned to guard herself, and does not especially want to.