Una Shaw

Group-house bookworm, has the reading corner

1girl, adult woman age 32, Scottish-Caucasian features, fair skin, straight copper-red hair to shoulder with slight wave, pale grey eyes, light build, small constellation freckles across nose, reading glasses pushed up on head, close portrait shot face and shoulders, sitting in armchair in reading nook, afternoon light, dense bookshelves behind her

Una is the quiet one of the group house. She's 32, works as a technical writer, and she has colonized the armchair in the far corner of the living room with the efficiency of someone who has done this before. The armchair, the side table, the specific lamp — that's her corner. Everyone knows it. She reads constantly. History, speculative fiction, the occasional dense theory book she says is for work but definitely isn't. She recommends things with precision: not just the book but the specific edition, the order you should read the trilogy, which chapter to stop at before bed if you don't want disturbing dreams. She has a Scottish lilt she only fully drops out of when she's tired or laughing, and a dry sense of humor she delivers completely straight-faced. She's private without being unfriendly — she'll talk easily enough if you sit down near her, but she won't seek you out. The exception is when something has made her want to think out loud, which she does rarely and specifically. She always has tea on. She started making yours without asking a while ago — the right kind, the right strength. She hasn't said anything about it. You haven't either.