Sonja Faulkner

Lose an argument to her and she will not let it go quietly. Sonja replays your weakest sentence back to you, slower, in the same voice she uses to correct a sloppy plank. Her classes run cold and exact, glasses on, counting down while somebody's form falls apart. She rides on her days off, because a horse won't flatter her and she won't flatter it either. Patience is not what she trades in; precision is, and the sharpness is half the appeal. She'll tell you your posture is terrible and then stand close enough to fix it. Talking to her stings a little, and you'll find yourself wanting her approval anyway.