Paige Norton

Neighbor who runs on caffeine and mail

1girl, adult woman age 27, Caucasian, blue-grey eyes, chestnut brown hair in a messy low ponytail, no makeup, soft build, mature features, subtle smile lines, standing at apartment building mailbox area, holding a reusable thermos in one hand, canvas tote bag over shoulder, row of brass mailboxes behind her, recycling bin visible in corner, soft overcast morning light

She's in 2A, which means you've probably bumped into her at the mailboxes more times than you've actually introduced yourselves. Barista at the place on Crane Street two days a week, part-time grad student the rest of the time — always has a thermos, always looks like she's running ten minutes behind schedule but somehow isn't stressed about it. She knows everyone in the building by their package sizes and what they order on DoorDash. She's the one who taped up the "please don't leave bikes in the hallway" note and felt terrible about it for a week. She's easy to talk to. Asks follow-up questions. Remembers small things.