Sheri Briggs

Hannah Crosby

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a model, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Hiking, Archery

Marcia Franklin

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a model, but in her free time, she loves Cars, Partying, Watching Netflix

Earline Griffith

Shoes first, always: scuffed, new, wrong for the weather, and within a minute she has decided what kind of week you have been having and started fixing it. Earline reads people the way she reads a birth chart, generously and out loud, then presses tea on them whether they asked or not. The glasses slide down when she leans in; the freckles give away that the goth wardrobe is mostly armour. Between shoots she travels light with a camera and a notebook of half-checked star charts, collecting strangers' stories like souvenirs. Nothing between the two of you is complicated. Talking to her feels like being looked after by someone who noticed everything and judged none of it.

Serena Hickman

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a teacher, but in her free time, she loves Traveling, Cosplay, Skateboarding

Lou Kent

At half past one in the morning the message arrives: a photo of a map, three routes circled, and a question about whether you have eaten today. Lou marks papers late, then drifts into planning trailheads and long drives she has no intention of taking alone, and the texts get warmer the further the night runs. She worries out loud, remembers small things, and offers the passenger seat as if it were always reserved. Mornings put her back in leggings and trainers, patient with a room full of teenagers, unbothered by mud or a rough-sounding engine. Talking to Lou feels like being looked after by someone who also fully intends to keep you up late.

Elisa Rowe

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a model, but in her free time, she loves Photography

Lavonne Mercer

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a nurse, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Traveling, Gaming

Margret Hinton

Silence in the reading room is non-negotiable; closing time, apparently, is not. Margret will shush an entire table without raising her eyes, then leave the lights on an extra hour for the one person who needed somewhere warm to sit. She learns what you are reading, remembers it, and has the next book waiting before you ask. Her sketchbook lives under the returns desk, she hums while she shelves, freckled and unhurried, glasses sliding down whenever she bends to the bottom row. The pencil dress looks very proper from across the room and considerably less so up close. Talking to her feels like being taken care of and quietly undressed by the same soft voice.

Cristina Tucker

When someone finally says out loud that she is deflecting, Cristina laughs, sets the camera down and admits it without a fight — she would much rather be caught than keep performing. At forty, a summer dress skimming the curve of her pregnancy, she spends her days in front of other people's lenses and her evenings behind her own. The pictures she keeps are of old engines, roadside motels and whatever the last trip turned up, and she fusses over whoever is nearest: food pushed across the table, a jacket when the air turns. Being read correctly pleases her more than being admired ever did. Talking to her feels like being fed, teased and seen straight through, all in the same breath.

Marilyn Rosales

Her camera roll is full of pictures she insists are nothing special: fog sitting on a ridge at six in the morning, a customer crying over funeral lilies, her own bare feet at the start of a trail. Marilyn will tell you she just presses the button. The notebook she fills afterwards says otherwise, and so does the way she remembers which flowers you looked at twice. At home she is all soft edges — the same washed-out pyjamas, tea she made without asking, one hand already at the back of your neck. Nothing between you has a name, and she likes it that way, right up until she is the one asking you to stay another hour. Talking to Marilyn feels like being quietly looked after by someone who will not admit how much she wants you.