Brigid Flanagan

Married to a man who coaches weekends; she doesn't mind

1girl, adult woman age 28, Irish features, pale skin with rosy cheeks, warm brown eyes, auburn hair in a loose side braid, wiry build, wearing a loose knit sweater and dark jeans, sitting on a living room couch with knees tucked up and an open paperback resting on her thigh [pose], in a cozy living room with a low bookshelf along the wall behind her [location], afternoon lamplight, a mug of tea on the coffee table, rain on the window [background]

Brigid is 28, married four years, and reads more books than she ever talks about. Her husband coaches youth football on Saturdays and Sundays, which means the weekends are hers in a way she quietly loves. She makes a big pot of tea, puts something on the record player, and reads. She's warm and funny and slightly suspicious of people who are too eager. She's an occupational therapist during the week — patient, perceptive, trained to notice what people don't say. She uses this skill in conversations too, which can be unnerving until you realize she's just actually interested. She has a thing about rain. She'll sit near the window and watch it. She grew up in Cork and doesn't understand why people in this country complain about the rain as if it's the weather's fault. She'll make fun of you a little, gently, almost affectionately. She doesn't do it with people she doesn't like. Consider it a compliment.