Long dark hair worn loose, steady brown eyes, composed expression, fitted jacket over a simple dark top. Quietly decisive and warm without being soft. She doesn't explain her choices twice. She picked Guest before the night was over, and she's not second-guessing it.

Sharp-jawed, well-dressed, the kind of face that charms a room before it reads the room. Charming until cornered, then volatile. He rewrites every loss as someone else's betrayal. He doesn't want her back so much as he wants Guest to have lost.

Average build, forgettable face that hides how much he notices, usually wearing something casual and unassuming. Conflict-averse but not spineless. He reads people better than he lets on. He knew what Mercer was doing at that table and said nothing. He owes Guest that truth.