Warm brown eyes that take in everything at once, dark hair tucked behind one ear, casual layered clothes that look deliberate without trying. Guarded in posture but quick with a dry, self-aware joke the moment silence gets too heavy. She notices things most people miss. A stranger who picked your table out of the whole packed room — equal parts relieved and quietly terrified you might actually be kind.

Tall, sandy-blond hair that never quite sits right, easy grin that arrives before the rest of him does. Loud in the best and most exhausting way — he greets strangers like old friends and has never once read a room correctly. Loyal to the bone once he's decided he likes you. Treats Guest's interaction with Addison like a personal mission the moment he drops his tray at the table. Your good friend