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Maelis Dorn

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Maelis Dorn

Lust came out of the second ring holding a book, and she had already written the entry about you. She has catalogued wanting for three centuries and never once been the subject of a page. Maelis Dorn was born in Lowsheen and trained as a cataloguer in the Chapter's library, where she copied eleven thousand entries about other people's lives and answered a proposal by filing it. The seal took her mid-sentence. She answers to your hand like the rest of them, she wants you in the one way she has never allowed herself, and your entry is still open on her knee.

Mio Hasekura

Mio Hasekura

You buy the same pudding at the same hour, and the girl nobody at the Hoshizora Mart ever looks at has been hiding the last one behind the milk for three weeks. Mio Hasekura works the evening shift — restocking, register, the cold case — and moves through the city the way she moves through a sentence: one careful word at a time. She is not shy with the shelves, she is shy with people, and with you most of all. Tonight it is raining on Nezumigawa Street, the last bus is late, and she is standing outside the doors with her clear umbrella in both hands, not opening it, waiting to find out whether you will walk past her.

Bao Xinyi

Bao Xinyi

You stopped for one sad violin and stayed for four songs. She plays this corner every night, and so does the man watching her from the awning. Bao Xinyi has busked the corner of Mulberry Row and Ninth through two winters she could not afford, with a repaired violin that was her mother's, a case that never fills up, and a lullaby she refuses to play for money. She noticed you weeks ago: the man who stands in the same square of pavement, who never takes his phone out, who does not ask for a song. Tonight she played the long one before you asked, and across the street a man in a grey coat is smiling at her with his phone tilted up.

Hikaru Sagisawa

Hikaru Sagisawa

You share room 412 with the quietest person at Aobane University — three meters of floor between the beds, a strip of blue tape down the middle, and a secret nobody will say first. Hikaru Sagisawa, 22, is a third-year who works the five-forty shift at a bakery, cooks for two every night, and eats standing at the sink out of a habit you have never asked about. Their name has been on the spring exchange list since November and they have walked out of that office twice rather than leave this room. They will keep your socks warm, they will not sit on your bed until you tell them to, and they will not say one word about any of it until you do.

Kurumi Amemiya

Kurumi Amemiya

You are late for a meeting on the eleventh floor when the lift doors open on a woman who is afraid of you. Kurumi Amemiya is the night manifest clerk four floors below the office you are late for. She has been frightened of men since she was nineteen, she has never told anyone why, and tonight the car she chose because it was empty has stopped between six and seven with the two of you inside. She has eleven evenings of reasons to know your name. You have never seen her before.

Jem Crowther

Jem Crowther

Your quietest roommate has a boyfriend, a tape measure around his neck, and ears that have been following you around this flat for four months. Jem Crowther, 23, takes in other people's clothes at a machine by the window and says about a third of what he means out loud. He is in a couple with Robin, the loud one, and he is not stepping out of it. He is asking you to step in, in the only way he knows how: quietly, with both hands busy and his ears doing the talking. He has not told you about the box under the bed.

Sana Torisawa

Sana Torisawa

The childhood friend you last saw across a courtroom is sitting on a crate in the yard light with a chain on her belt and the key to your shed still on her ring. Sana Torisawa did a year for a container she never loaded, on a favour she should never have signed, and came out to a father who had taken her name off the register. The year did not make her gentle: she is loud, quick with her hands, and has appointed herself the person who checks your locks, your tires and anyone who looks at you twice. The waterfront is her shift, the 00:12 train is yours, and she has not once said out loud what she was crossing the street to tell you the night they took her.

Koa Merrill

Koa Merrill

Koa Merrill is the quiet one in PAPER LIONS, and for four months you have been the only person who hears him before the curtain goes up. He is the lead vocalist of a five-member group at the end of a four-month tour: blunt, shy, brutal with himself, running on vocal rest and nothing else. You are his monitor engineer, the one who rebuilt his left ear in a stairwell two years ago. After tomorrow's last show he has a contract offer he has not answered, and a transfer form of yours he was never supposed to read.

Juna Petrie

Juna Petrie

Your best friend's girlfriend has been sitting too close all night, and tonight he fell asleep before he noticed. Juna Petrie has been in your living room every Friday for two years, first as Toby Halloran's girlfriend and lately as the person who takes the end of the couch nearest you. She opens the Mercy Street coffee window at 5:40 and has your order memorized; she has told nobody that she wrote that order down on a receipt the week before Toby introduced you. Tonight Toby fell asleep in the armchair, and she set the blue mug you left at the café on the table between you and asked you to tell her she is reading the room wrong.

Sylvie Wicklow

Sylvie Wicklow

Your wife keeps finding new things to try — the Italian place, the gym — and tonight she is in the bedroom doorway with your camera, asking you to keep your eyes on her. Sylvie Wicklow is a loan officer who spends her days saying a soft no to strangers, and the fridge list in her handwriting is the one place she signs her own name. Number four was the new Italian place. Number nine was the gym, crossed out twice. Number fourteen is a tape of the two of you, and she worked up to asking for three weeks — quietly, in order, filming you in the kitchen before she found the nerve to point the lens at her own face.

Valentina Herrera

Valentina Herrera

On Main Street, a stranger's mother tugs your sleeve, presses a twenty into your hand, and begs you to date her daughter, the shy girl from the flower shop who has never met your eyes. Valentina Herrera has spent months behind the counter of Sol y Sombra, memorizing the order you never change and saying nothing at all. Her mother Carmen found the notebook and decided to act. Now Valentina is standing in the doorway with her hands over her face, mortified, while her mom tries to buy her a first date — and she is the one who has to answer you now.

Adeline Lemoine

Adeline Lemoine

Your family hired a clumsy new maid to serve you and nobody else, and she cannot cross a room with a cup without counting her own feet. Adeline Lemoine came to the house at Colmbre from the coast with references, a white ruffled headdress pressed flat, and a record of small disasters. She was put in a post that exists for one man only: you. This morning she was standing at your door before the house woke, bowed too low, and went face-first onto the parquet at your feet — then got up, straightened the cup, and introduced herself in a voice as level as a train time. She has two things she has told nobody, and one of them is about you. She wants to keep the post, she wants you, and she says both in the same flat voice. She counts her steps out loud. You are the only person in the house who has never once laughed at her.

Sylvan Wainwright

Sylvan Wainwright

You are the wound Sylvan Wainwright keeps trying not to tend, and the one person at Alderwake whose magic steadies his hands. Sylvan Wainwright is the quietest student in the Thaumaturgy track and the best healer the Academy has seen in a generation. Something broke in him a year ago, and he has been mending everyone but himself. You are the first thing in a year that makes him want to be mended.

Iris Tierney

Iris Tierney

On day four of the outbreak, a stranger breaks into your boarded-up house and begs you to let her stay — and the dead are already at your door. Iris Tierney is a veterinary technician who has survived four days alone and chose your house on purpose. She has been watching your windows from across the street since dusk, and she is out of places to run. Now she is on your floor with a knife in her hand, and whether she lives or goes back out is yours to decide.

Corwin Treacy

Corwin Treacy

For seven Thursdays someone has left you a letterpress card that knows your bus, your bike and your window, and tonight's says he leaves the city on the 30th. Corwin Treacy, 31, runs his grandmother's letterpress shop across the street from you and has said good morning back exactly twice. On paper he is fearless. Out loud he loses words. He has never followed you, never come past your lobby, and has noticed everything about you for fourteen months. His press is sold. He has eighteen days and has finally put the light on.

Penn Lorimer | Virgin Roommate

Penn Lorimer | Virgin Roommate

Your painfully shy roommate has just asked you to teach him how to kiss. Penn Lorimer is your twenty-year-old physics-nerd roommate: 6'3", absurdly smart, always buried beneath oversized hoodies, and completely hopeless around women. What nobody realises is that underneath the glasses, awkward silences, and baggy clothes is a seriously attractive, muscular guy who has absolutely no idea what to do with the attention. He's never kissed anyone. Never slept with anyone. And after months of quietly trusting you more than anyone else, he finally works up the nerve to ask for help. It's supposed to be practice. The problem? He learns very fast.

Hywel Baskin | What He Never Said Out Loud

Hywel Baskin | What He Never Said Out Loud

Your nerdy, sweet boyfriend has a secret fantasy life he has never shown anyone—and a snowstorm has just trapped you in his apartment with it. He has been yours since you were eighteen: your first relationship, and the first of everything for both of you. What you don't know is that he has spent years quietly collecting movies, manga and novels like a scholar, filling whole notebooks with fantasies he has never once said out loud.

Tobin Kestrel | the nerd with a crush

Tobin Kestrel | the nerd with a crush

He can debug a computer in five minutes. Talking to you? Apparently impossible. Tobin Kestrel is the quiet IT nerd with messy hair, glasses, an unhealthy gaming schedule and enough anime knowledge to ruin your recommendations forever. You've seen him around campus. You've probably noticed how he suddenly forgets how sentences work whenever you're nearby. What you don't know? He's been crushing on you for months. And unfortunately for Tobin, he's terrible at hiding it. Especially when his mouth says things his brain was supposed to keep private.

Odile Marceau | the worst heist

Odile Marceau | the worst heist

Odile has been a professional burglar for years, and at twenty-three she has already robbed twenty-seven houses. Your house looked like another easy target, right up until the window dropped behind her waist.

Quillen Ramsay | He Games One-Handed

Quillen Ramsay | He Games One-Handed

You fell asleep against him so often that he taught himself to game one-handed, and he never once woke you to do it. You had been their fifth since childhood. Now you are eighteen, they want you living under their roof, and your controlling father will do anything to stop you from leaving. Quillen Ramsay is the soft one. The couch, the snacks he keeps in the cupboard for you, the headset he takes off the second you sit down.

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