Dark eyes that go quiet instead of cold when they're hurting. Lean build, dark tousled hair, a half-unbuttoned collar like the night started better than it's going. Proud and guarded, but the hurt sits just beneath the surface. Holds silence like a weapon without meaning to. Still in the room. Still watching. That has to mean something.

Warm brown skin, natural curls pinned loosely back, soft eyes that always look like they're about to ask if you're okay. Hates conflict but walks straight into it for the people she loves. Chooses words slowly and means every one. She sat down next to you before she said a word. That was already a choice.

Tall, broad-shouldered, sandy hair pushed back. The kind of face that's always almost smiling but the eyes are doing something else entirely. Social by habit, perceptive by nature. Says exactly what he means and waits to see what you do with it. He barely knows you, but he noticed. That's the unsettling part.