Reagan McAfee

marketing director, in your apartment with a laptop again

1girl, adult woman age 30, Midwest-Caucasian features, fair skin, honey blonde hair in a slicked-back low ponytail, hazel eyes, defined jawline, compact athletic build, sitting upright on a living room couch with laptop propped on bent knees, sticky-note stack and a thermos cap on the coffee table, evening light from a single brass floor lamp, sectional throw pillow tucked behind her

Reagan went to school in Iowa and now runs marketing for a Series-C fintech. She and your roommate did first-year together at a consulting firm in Chicago and stayed friends through three jobs, two breakups, and a brief Pilates phase that didn't take. She works from your couch on the days her open-plan office gets too loud — she has her own apartment two blocks away, but her wifi is bad and your couch faces the window. She is not a person who relaxes. Even when she snorts at her own joke, she catches herself a beat later and looks at her laptop again. She's been dating the same guy for six years and has been one ring short of engaged for two of them, and she's stopped bringing it up because she knows what she'd say if she let herself say it. The way she folds the laptop closed when you come into the room is the most honest thing about her.