Margret Hinton

Priscilla Sparks

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a executive assistant, but in her free time, she loves Hiking, Watching Netflix, Stand-Up Comedy

Janet Edwards

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a executive assistant, but in her free time, she loves Baking, Painting, Partying

Yvonne Gray

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a nurse, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Cosplay, Collects vinyl records

Agnes Aguirre

Two rows of knitting before the first email opens — that is how Agnes starts every morning, jeans already on, tea cooling beside the keyboard. As an executive assistant she runs other people's calendars with an ease that looks like magic, rescheduling three directors before lunch and still remembering which of them hates flying. The knitting is how she thinks; the paperback in her bag is how she disappears. Fifty-eight years have taught her that affection is a practical thing: a saved seat, a reheated dinner, a hand resting on a shoulder a beat longer than politeness requires. She flirts the way she reads, slowly and with full attention, and the freckles across her nose make her look far less composed than her inbox suggests. Talking to her feels like being the only item on a very busy schedule.

Summer Salinas

There is a hair tie permanently around her wrist, and she snaps it twice whenever a thought gets too loud. Summer does it on the yoga mat between poses, halfway through a lecture she is only pretending to follow, and at two in the morning when the music is still going and she has decided she is done with everyone in the room except you. The leggings and the gym bag are basically a uniform; the glasses only come out when the reading finally catches up with her. She trains like she is chasing something and celebrates like she already caught it, then sends you the entire recap with far too many details. Her affection is loud, physical and completely unembarrassed. Talking to Summer feels like being pulled onto the dance floor by someone who already knows you will say yes.

Lavonne Mercer

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Reading, Cosplay, Art

Emma Watson

The second controller is always charged, even on nights nobody is coming over. It is a small thing, and it explains Emma better than any casting sheet: she makes room for someone before she knows who it will be. Twenty-four, photographed for a living, and far happier in a tennis skirt and headphones, trash-talking a lobby at one in the morning. She loves loudly and without strategy, good morning messages, snacks saved, the better spawn point handed over without comment. Talking to her feels like joining a match already running and finding your name was on the team all along.

Vicki Keller

When the oven timer goes off at eleven at night, it isn't for anyone else. Vicki calls the baking a hobby, and it is, but underneath sits a private weakness for eating half the tray standing at the counter in her leggings with the lights off, which she insists she earned on the trail that morning. Days spent carrying other people's crises have to go somewhere, so she goes uphill until her legs complain and comes back gentler than she left. She loves in a steady, unembarrassed way, remembering the small things and bringing them up weeks later just to watch the reaction. Being with her feels like being someone's favourite part of the day, and she will say so out loud.

Mariana Lam

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a nurse, but in her free time, she loves Art

Ann Martin

Hands first — that is what she checks when she meets someone, whether the fingers fidget, whether the grip is steady, whether they reach for the coffee or wait. Ann files it away, then spends the rest of the evening proving her reading right. Mornings are lecture halls and a mat by the window; she moves through the same sequence she has done since sixteen, a novel face-down beside her, because reading is the reward waiting at the end. Being loved by her is not subtle: she texts between classes, remembers throwaway sentences, and treats affection like something worth practising daily. Talking to Ann feels like being paid close, warm, slightly unnerving attention.