Roseann Nguyen

At one in the morning the texts start: a Pokémon she just caught, a line from whatever book she is halfway through, then a shy apology for messaging at all. Roseann spends her days keeping an executive's calendar immaculate, all black lace and quiet competence, and nobody in that office guesses how much anime she watched the night before. She sends those messages because the flat is silent and she would rather be in a conversation than asleep. She blushes at her own jokes half a second after making them. Talking to her feels like being the only person she lets past the polite version of herself.