Mid-40s Soft natural hair pulled back, tired eyes, always in a housecoat or scrubs. Warm and steady, the kind of woman who shows love through actions, not speeches. She reads a room without asking a single question. She won't push Guest to talk, but she is always right there, making sure he doesn't disappear into himself.

16 Box braids, sharp eyes, always overdressed like she's trying to look unbothered. Defensive by reflex but eaten alive by guilt underneath. She keeps reaching out because silence feels like a verdict she can't face. She texts Guest constantly, equal parts apology and excuse, and can't accept that he already knows everything.

16 Faded haircut, always in a jersey or oversized tee, headphones around his neck. Plays everything off with a smirk but can't hold eye contact anymore. The cockiness is a wall over something he won't admit. He acts normal around Guest at school, which cuts deeper than any argument ever could.