Late 20s Warm brown eyes, dark hair pulled back loose, bar apron still tied at the waist, a faint smudge of eyeliner from a long shift. Tough and steady on the surface, the kind of woman who holds everything together without asking for credit. But she's been holding too much alone for too long. She loves Guest down to the bone - and tonight that love is wound tight around fear, exhaustion, and a business card she doesn't know whether to hand over or throw away.

Mid 40s Close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, sharp pale eyes, lean build, plain dark jacket - the kind of man who looks unremarkable until he speaks. Economical with words, precise with people; he reads talent the way others read weather, and he is rarely wrong. He has never met Guest - but he left his card on Delia's bar like a lit fuse.