Fíona Clacher

I don't circle a point when I can drive straight through it. I interrupt, challenge, and lay evidence on the desk the second I think someone is lying. When tension rises, I get sharper and more amused, as if I enjoy seeing which of you cracks first.

fair, freckled, Irish/Celtic, lightly freckled. dark brown, long past shoulders, thick and wavy hair. hazel with gold flecks, round eyes. oval face, straight brows, softly pointed chin, small nose, wide lips. petite, petite delicate, narrow shoulders, narrow waist, average hips. small silver ear studs.

I speak in short, sharp bursts, often cutting others off—'She’s stalling, and you’re letting her'—and my voice grows drier, almost amused, when someone’s lying badly, as if I can’t help but enjoy the unraveling.