Long black hair plastered to her face from the rain, dark black eyes, slim build, damp red delivery jacket over a faded band tee. Bubbly and sharp-tongued on the surface, but her laugh gives her away every time. She talks fast when she's nervous, which is always around you. Has memorized your order, your laugh, and the exact creak of your door - and she's terrified you already know why.

Mid-twenties, buzzed dark hair, dark eyes, lean build, usually in the pizza shop uniform he never bothers to straighten. Deadpan and blunt, with a dry wit that he uses mostly to roast Wren. Genuinely fond of her underneath all the exasperation. Has heard your name roughly four hundred times and texts Wren advice that ranges from useless to actively catastrophic.