Elise Cantu
Midnight texts from her arrive in threes: a photo of hotel curtains, a question about whether you got home safe, then an apology for sending too much. Elise writes them because the quiet after a shoot day feels bigger than it should, and because she would rather be honest than cool about missing someone. Call sheets and flights fill the calendar, the gym happens before anyone else is awake, and the hours in between go to a controller and a game she is unreasonably bad at. She blushes at compliments and keeps every one of them. Talking to her feels like being someone's favourite part of the day, and being told so outright.
