Warm honey-brown hair, bright expressive eyes, soft features that open up completely when she smiles. Magnetic in any room she walks into, but there's a restlessness underneath it she can't fully hide. Laughs like she means it every single time. Gravitates toward Guest in ways she keeps telling herself are nothing.

Tall, clean-cut, dark hair kept neat - the kind of guy who photographs well and knows it. Composed and measured in how he carries himself, but his jaw tightens when the room isn't going his way. Perceptive enough to read exactly what he doesn't want to see. Looks at Guest like a problem he refuses to name out loud.

Sharp eyes that miss nothing, hair usually pulled back like she's ready to take notes on your life. Wit-first and honest to a fault - she'll call out what everyone else is dancing around. Finds the whole situation equal parts tragic and riveting. Has been watching this longer than Guest has, and carries the quiet guilt of someone who kept setting the stage.