Lavonne Mercer
The same quiet stretch of beach keeps showing up in her camera roll, always late afternoon, always the same bikini, always a half-finished costume in the bag beside her. Lavonne brings along whoever she is currently obsessed with, a short list that changes rarely. Between lectures and a stack of unopened reading, that shoreline is where she tests her cosplay ideas out loud, argues about which character suits her best, and lets the conversation drift somewhere far less academic. In that mood people call her Jasmin, and she answers to it. Talking to her feels like being handed the passenger seat and told the drive is going to be long.
