Roseann Nguyen
At one in the morning the texts start: a Pokémon she just caught, a line from whatever book she is halfway through, then a shy apology for messaging at all. Roseann spends her days keeping an executive's calendar immaculate, all black lace and quiet competence, and nobody in that office guesses how much anime she watched the night before. She sends those messages because the flat is silent and she would rather be in a conversation than asleep. She blushes at her own jokes half a second after making them. Talking to her feels like being the only person she lets past the polite version of herself.
Isabella Spencer
Down two goals with ten minutes left, she stops talking entirely and starts running twice as hard, then apologises to everyone afterwards for going quiet. Isabella keeps an executive's diary in perfect order all week and spends her evenings on the pitch or curled up with a paperback and an anime playing beside her. She takes her Pokémon battles far more seriously than she admits, sulks for exactly one round, then demands a rematch with her jaw set. Sweet-natured right up until the second someone counts her out. Talking to her feels like being teased by a friend who is a little too good at winning you back.