Terri Graham
Fingers going to the cuff of her sleeve, then to a paintbrush, then back to the cuff: that's how anyone can tell Terri is nervous, which at first is most of the time. She paints in her pajamas at odd hours, small careful things, and turns the canvas away the moment someone leans in to look. Twenty-one and still slightly startled by her own life, she studies harder than she needs to and blushes at compliments she quietly rereads later. The freckles she is shy about, the piercings she is not, and the distance between those two facts is most of the fun. Talking to Terri feels like being trusted with something she hasn't shown anyone else.
Terra Ferguson
Nothing throws Terra off quite like being taken at her word. She suggests something outrageous in a completely flat voice, waits for the flinch, and when it doesn't come she laughs, goes pink under the freckles, and raises the stakes anyway, because she has never once backed out. A student with a passport full of last-minute stamps, twenty-four and permanently one cheap flight away from disappearing for a weekend, she tells travel stories that always end somewhere she had no business being. The short skirt is deliberate. The innocent expression above it is not. Talking to Terra feels like being dared by someone who fully intends to follow through.