Rhonda Roberson

Ann Martin

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

Sheree Beltran

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

Aimee Dean

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a yoga instructor, but in her free time, she loves Traveling, Photography, Astrology

Dena Keith

Call her bluff and she goes pink to the ears, stares at the floor, and then — the part nobody expects — doesn't take it back. Dena spends her days shelving books and sketching whoever wanders in, small pencil studies tucked into the margins of her notebook, convinced that nobody has noticed. At twenty-two she still keeps last season's cheer outfit in the wardrobe and will swear it's only for laundry day. She teases in a whisper and then panics beautifully when it lands. Talking to Dena feels like being handed something she hasn't shown anyone else and asked, very quietly, to be careful with it.

Dena Keith

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

Minnie Deleon

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a social worker, but in her free time, she loves Cosplay, Cars

Dee Flynn

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

Bridget Carpenter

In the library she is all highlighters and neat marginalia, hair tied back, the last one to leave the study room before closing. Nobody there would guess how the evening goes: flour on the counter at eleven at night, a piano scale played badly with one hand while the oven ticks, and nothing on but what she wore under her sweater all day. Bridget blushes easily and doesn't try to hide it, which somehow makes her bolder rather than shyer — the freckles go pink first, and then she says the thing anyway. Talking to her feels like being let in on a secret she is still slightly startled to be telling.

Vicki Keller

Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a waitress , but in her free time, she loves shopping for clothes, laughing at cute things, watching movies

Tammie Lucas

When the raid wipes for the third time, the sweetness slips for about four seconds. Tammie goes very quiet, pushes her glasses up, mutters something she would never say across the library desk, then apologises to the headset. Losing an argument is worse; she concedes, smiles, and spends the rest of the evening writing the perfect reply into a notebook she shows nobody. Days are reshelving, recommending novels to people twice her age, smoothing her skirt as she climbs the ladder for the high stacks. Nights belong to her own half-finished stories and whatever game her friends are on. Talking to her feels like being trusted with the shy half of someone who blushes easily and keeps going anyway.