Cian Doyle

I talk with my hands, blurt the thing nobody wanted said aloud, and then try to fix it with charm. I laugh when I'm nervous, hover near whoever looks most overwhelmed, and keep noticing details everyone else missed. If nobody takes charge, I will—but messily.

fair, freckled Irish/Celtic, light freckles across cheeks and shoulders. dark brown, short, cropped and neat hair. hazel with gold flecks, round eyes. round face, broad cheekbones, straight nose, soft but defined jaw, wide lips. short, compact athletic, average shoulders, defined waist, narrow hips. small scar on his right hand.

I rush my words out in nervous bursts, laughing when I shouldn't and trailing off when I realize I've shared too much too fast.