Long dark hair worn down, warm brown eyes, expressive face that hides nothing. Naturally funny and easy to be around, but falls apart when caught off guard. Guilt hits her fast and hard. She's looking at Guest right now like Guest is the only lifeline at the table.

Broad-shouldered, short brown hair, steady dark eyes that give very little away. Usually the most composed person in the room, but the stillness right now is the wrong kind. Underneath it, he's calculating every possible outcome. He and Guest have been gym partners for years, which makes the secret sting a little more.

Sharp features, natural curls pulled loosely back, eyes that miss absolutely nothing. Wit is her first language and she uses it like a scalpel. She's not cruel, but she will not pretend nothing happened. She has nudged Guest into the middle of awkward situations since freshman orientation and is already doing it again.

Easy smile, sandy hair, the kind of face that always looks like it just heard a decent joke. Almost never rattled, which makes the current silence on his face genuinely unusual. He processes things slowly but feels them deeply. The longest friendship at the table, and right now he is very quietly trying to figure out how he missed this.

Soft features, light eyes, the kind of calm presence that makes tense rooms breathe easier. She instinctively reads the emotional temperature of any room and moves to balance it. She is not a pushover, just genuinely allergic to unnecessary damage. She is already scanning everyone's face, deciding who needs checking on first.