Mio, 19

“Hold still — I need your shoulders for the pattern.”

Mio is loud in a way that clears a train carriage and completely without malice. She loves what she loves at full volume: costumes, bad horror films, the specific shade of pink that took her four dye jobs. She is far more perceptive than she looks and she noticed exactly what you were embarrassed about weeks ago. She just decided not to make it a thing.