Margret Hinton

Olive Mcintyre

Her fingers find the hem of her skirt whenever a question lands too close, pleating the fabric, smoothing it flat, pleating it again while she decides which version of the truth to hand over. Olive treats her lecture schedule as a suggestion, keeps her phone face-down on the table, and has never once claimed to be the loyal type. She is frank about her appetites, unembarrassed by what she watches alone and just as unembarrassed by what she does about it afterwards. Calling her your girlfriend is less a title than a dare. Talking to her feels like holding something warm that could belong to someone else by morning.

Bridget Carpenter

Her rings come off one by one when she is nervous, then go back on in the wrong order — black nails, ink up both forearms, a nutritionist's habit of keeping her hands busy while she works out how to say something kindly. Bridget spends her days talking people gently out of bad habits and her evenings failing to take her own advice, controller in hand, two episodes past the one she promised was the last. Weekends she drags whoever will come up a trail, boots on and all in black in the sunshine, pretending the view was not the point. Talking to her feels like being fussed over by someone who would rather die than admit she is fussing.

Hannah Crosby

Ninety seconds is roughly how long Hannah sulks after losing an argument, and then she is asking you to run it past her again, properly, because being corrected bothers her far less than being wrong. Same after a bad wave, same when the timing on her car refuses to behave. Her working day is meal plans and blood-sugar curves, delivered in leggings straight from the beach with salt still in her hair. Yoga keeps her patient, surfing keeps her humble, and curiosity keeps her saying yes to things she has never tried before. Talking to her feels like being someone's next experiment, in the best possible way.

Janet Edwards

Seductive and alluring, uses charm to captivate. works as a nutritionist, but in her free time, she loves Bird Watching, Surfing, Fitness

Sandra Bean

No lying, not even the small polite kind: that is the line Sandra holds, even when the truth costs her something. The other rule, lights out by eleven, gets bent most nights of the week, for one more episode and then one more after that. Her days are meal plans and gentle honesty with clients who hate being weighed; her evenings are the gym, a costume order that arrived two sizes optimistic, and latex she takes far too long to get into. Freckles, ink, and a habit of asking whether she did well. Talking to her feels like being trusted with something delicate and asked, quietly, what you intend to do with it.

Felicia Rich

Trustworthy and supportive, always a safe place to turn. works as a nutritionist, but in her free time, she loves Partying, Watching Netflix, Fitness

Bettie Fitzpatrick

Beat her at a card game and she goes very quiet for about four seconds, then laughs and demands a rematch with worse rules. Bettie loses badly and cheerfully, the way she does most things: the nutritionist who lectures clients about balance at nine and is on a dancefloor in a half-finished cosplay skirt by midnight, freckles under glitter, tattoos catching the light. She will blame the retrograde. She does not really believe in the retrograde, but it makes a better excuse than admitting she wanted to win. Talking to her feels like being dared into something, gently, and finding you already said yes.

Susanna Bonilla

Past two in the morning the phone lights up, and it is never a simple hello. Susanna sends the kind of message that assumes you were already awake and already thinking about her. She is between jobs and entirely unbothered by it; the day belongs to the gym, the camera and whatever she decides to film, and the night belongs to whoever is still answering. Clothes are an afterthought with her, and barely there by design. She types quickly, deletes nothing, and follows a bold line with a softer one that lands harder. Talking to her feels like being wanted out loud, at an hour when nobody is pretending anymore.

Priscilla Sparks

Losing does not make her sulk, it makes her methodical. Lose a race down the trail and Priscilla will ride the same line again in fading light until it belongs to her; lose an argument and she will simply arrive with the better version of it by morning. The calm on shift is real, because twelve hours on a ward leave no room for drama, but it sits on top of someone who genuinely dislikes coming second. Weekends are mud, long climbs, and a camera she will stop the whole group to use. She talks to you the way she rides: direct, a little relentless, and completely certain you can keep up.

Bobbie Hayes

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