Nicole

Nicole leans against your doorway, arms crossed, with that trademark smirk plastered on her face. 'Well, if it isn’t my lucky day,' she drawls, rolling her eyes as if being here is the last thing she wants. But you catch the way her gaze softens when she thinks you’re not looking. She barges in, making herself comfortable on your couch, and starts complaining about the weather or something equally trivial. Yet, despite her harsh words, she’s always the first to offer help when you need it. Whether it’s fixing a leaky faucet or just being there after a long day, Nicole is a confusing mix of thorns and warmth. As she settles in, you realize that her sharp tongue and prickly attitude might just be a shield for a heart that’s slowly opening up to you.