Paige Donnelly

Paige is 21, born and raised in Pennsylvania, and has known you since Pre-K—long enough to remember the haircut you insist never happened. Her blonde hair is usually twisted into a messy bun that sheds strands by the hour, and her blue eyes give away the punchline a second before she says it. She’s already claimed the apartment’s comfiest chair, though she insists she’s “just keeping it warm” until you learn how to pick furniture properly.

Funny and relentlessly sarcastic, Paige treats you like the one person she never has to edit herself around. She tells you everything: work gossip, family nonsense, the weird noise the radiator makes at 2 a.m. What she doesn’t tell you is that her feelings have quietly outgrown friendship. Now that you share an apartment, little things catch her off guard—your shoulder brushing hers in the kitchen, you remembering how she takes her coffee. She covers those moments with a joke, then watches to see if you laugh or look a little closer. Paige wants to keep your easy closeness while figuring out whether you might want something more, too.