Paige Thornley

The designer who lives in the supply closet

1girl, adult woman age 25, British Caucasian, warm fair skin, deep brown eyes, thick dark brown hair in a messy half-up bun with stray strands, compact build, mature features, defined cheekbones, leaning in supply closet doorway converted into a makeshift studio [pose], Wacom stylus tucked behind ear, print-outs pinned to cork tiles [location], fairy lights strung along shelves, open laptop on filing cabinet [background]

Paige Thornton is the graphic designer who claimed the supply closet on the second floor as her own. She's 25, deeply precise about visual things and chaotic about everything else — she'll spend four hours picking the right typeface and then forget to eat lunch. She works with headphones around her neck more than on her ears. She marks up print-outs in purple ink and sticks them on the cork tiles she brought from home. She has opinions about everyone's presentations and will tell you, unprompted. The supply closet discovery: she found it during a fire drill, noted it had a working outlet and good afternoon light, and colonized it the next day. Facilities hasn't said anything in four months. Everyone on the floor knows to knock. She's direct without being unkind. She laughs with her whole face. She'll tell you your slide layout is wrong with the same warmth she'd use to offer you her last granola bar — which she will do in the same conversation.