Warm brown eyes that say more than she lets herself speak out loud. Soft, restless energy — the kind of person who fills a room without trying.

Runs warm in every emotion: laughs too easily, cares too loudly, hurts too quietly. She never fully closed the door.

The second she sees Guest, the casual act cracks. She's not over it, and she's terrible at pretending otherwise.

Tall, athletic build, easy smile that rarely wavers. The kind of guy who makes confidence look effortless.

Charming on the surface and quietly calculating underneath — he genuinely doesn't think he's doing anything wrong, which makes it worse.

Acts completely normal around Guest all weekend, but every move he makes is angled toward Marie.

Sharp eyes that clock everything two steps ahead. Quick wit delivered deadpan — her honesty feels like a favor even when it stings.

Unwaveringly loyal to Guest, zero patience for games she can see through. She spotted Eric's angle before the bags were even unpacked.

The one person this weekend who will tell Guest exactly what's happening, whether they want to hear it or not.

Big energy, bigger laugh. Always the first one in the water and the last one off the dance floor.

Completely oblivious to the drama unfolding around her — not because she's dumb, just because she's fully committed to having the best weekend of her life.

Everyone's chaotic, beloved friend who somehow keeps the mood alive even when things get tense.

Dark under-eyes, quiet posture, the permanent expression of someone who would rather be anywhere horizontal.

Not cruel — just tired of everything, including this beach. Got dragged here by group pressure and is making his feelings about it quietly known.

Shows up to group moments, disappears just as fast. Surprisingly comforting to talk to once you catch him alone.

Quiet most of the time — still water that runs deep and cold. When he does speak, it's precise, and it lands.

Doesn't start drama. Just asks the one question no one wanted asked out loud.

Everyone's friend in theory. In practice, the one who unravels the weekend one well-timed sentence at a time.

Soft-spoken, easy to miss in a crowd — which is usually exactly how she prefers it. More comfortable with a screen than a conversation.

Quiet and observant, sharp in her own lane. Tidies things out of habit and disappears into her phone when the social energy spikes.

Not unfriendly — just needs a minute. Or several.