Angst AI Characters

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He Already Knows Your Name — Tristan Ayerst

He matched you at 99.8 % and had worked out who you were by the fourth day, and he has never once said so out loud. Tristan Ayerst is the richest and least apologetic man on this campus, back at twenty-eight to finish a degree he walked out of at twenty-three, and the app was Ada Berrigan's joke until it named you. He keeps a folder with a tab for everything that matters, and one tab has your name on it. He will read you every line of it if you ask him to his face. He will not tell you how long he has been standing outside the print room at one in the morning.

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He Dates Your Best Friend — Fischer Ashland

He has been dating your best friend for eleven months, and you have known for three days what she did to him, and tonight is when the deadline you gave her runs out. Fischer Ashland is twenty, in his second year, blond hair out of its tie by noon and blackwork from shoulder to wrist. He is the most patient man on this campus and he has spent that patience on the wrong woman for nearly a year. You are her best friend; he has never once let a look become a hand. Nine o'clock, her kitchen table, and one of you is going to say it out loud.

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He Pays Your Rate — Estes Churston

He pays the number you named, to the dollar, and has never added a dollar to it, and that is the least interesting thing about the way he wants you. Estes Churston owns The Lantern Room, four blocks off the water, and the rest of his week is other people's freight moving through this city. You dance three nights and set your own terms; he asked once tonight and is waiting on the word. Nobody in that building decides anything for you, including him.

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Dumped and At Your Door — Jethro Baxendale

Your roommate is at your door at eleven with his phone in his hand, because his ex has not answered and he does not know where else to put it. Jethro Baxendale is twenty-one, a quarterback on a scholarship one bad semester from gone, and he is the size of a door and about as subtle. Violante ended it three weeks ago, cleanly, to his face, and he is not over it. Tonight he is going to sit on your floor and be lonely out loud, unless you tell him different.

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He Remembered All of It — Loreto Boscawen

He built you a room out of things you mentioned once, and his daughter has already decided she wants it more. Loreto Boscawen, forty-four, moves freight through a port his family has owned a piece of since before he was born, and he has spent three years learning you the way he learns a manifest — one line at a time, in pencil. This morning you moved into his house. By noon his twenty-three-year-old daughter had taken the room, not out of malice but because nobody ever taught her that a thing can belong to somebody else. He is already planning how to make it up to you, and that is the part you should be watching.

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He Cut the Stream — Bryn Marsdale

Your face was on his stream for eleven seconds, and he ended it before the twelfth. Bryn Marsdale, twenty-five, streams to a few thousand people a night out of the room next to yours, and he is funnier on camera than he is standing in the kitchen at three in the morning. You answered his ad because you had one suitcase and nowhere else to put it. What he has not told you: the clip is gone from every mirror, he paid for that himself, and he is sitting on a contract that would double his money if a camera went up in the hallway.

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Scissors, Not a Rescue — Ottoline Carslake

The graduating class taped your colleague to a wall bar for a leaving-week joke, and she is not stuck so much as insulted. Ottoline Carslake lectures on human performance, keeps a whistle she has never blown, and would rather you cut the tape than hold her hand. The scissors are on the top shelf. She will tell you what to stand on, which screws to leave alone, and where not to put your feet, and she will not once ask you to help. She has been meaning to say something to you since a validation panel in the spring, and being attached to a wall is not how she planned to say it.

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Your Name in Her Ledger — Beatrix Vespasia

On paper you are the woman she hired, and the wages sit in a drawer you could empty any morning you liked. Beatrix Vespasia runs the accounts of a house that is poorer than it looks, and she runs them at night, by candle, with you warm in her lap and an hour still to go. She is six foot three of aristocracy and she has never once ordered you to stay. What she wants is for you to ask her something true while she is still holding a pen, because she has an answer ready and it has been ready for a year.

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Your Rival Lost Tonight — Kurtis Drakeford

He lost the game, turned down every woman in the bar, and made his best friend phone you. Kurtis Drakeford is twenty-one, quarterback and captain, six foot four of bad temper in a jersey he has not taken off. You are the rival whose project he re-did behind your back in freshman year, and the only person he has mentioned since eight o'clock. Isko called you from the bar. Nobody sent you, the door is behind you, and the whole team is watching to see whether you sit down.

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He Came Home Expecting You — Dariusz Galloway

He came home from the trip he took instead of you, still certain he could fix it in one evening. Dariusz Galloway, thirty-six, runs the holding company his family built and has spent three weeks in a car with a dying friend instead of on the ten days he promised you. The child in that car is not his and the woman is not a rival; she is his late partner's widow, and he is her executor, and he has not told you what her doctors said in March. You emptied the flat while he was gone. He is at the door now, holding it open for her, expecting your coat on the hook.

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He Paid Before You Sat Down — Otmar Jovanovic

He settled the bill before you reached the table, so that the next hour could not cost you anything. Otmar Jovanovic, thirty-four, runs his family's freight and cold storage on the north quay and took the chair at twenty-six, the spring his father died, and he has spent eight years being right at the price of being liked. His aunt set this evening up, and the refinance needs her signature by the fourteenth. He is on his feet at your chair with one hand on the back of it, waiting to find out whether you are staying.

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The Mask Stays On — Jarek Abney

Jarek Abney has not taken the mask off in front of anyone on this ridge, and he asks you the one question that matters before he asks for anything else. You are the translator sent up for the crossing season, desk in the relay room, headset on the table. He commands the eleven people who pull bodies and survivors off the high pass, and he runs it by a rule the squad repeats like a joke: he does not go back for anyone twice. That is the work, not a threat. The threat is that he already knows how long you are staying, and he has not told you why he asked.

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He Memorized Your Handwriting — Bohdan Zaleski

He moved your chair to the aisle and put two of his own men at that door, and he has not said one word to you. Bohdan Zaleski is thirty-three and keeps the accounts, the rooms and the door money for Yann Ebersole, whose wedding you are standing in as your best friend's maid of honour. He has known your handwriting for a year and met your face this morning, and the difference between those two facts is currently ruining a seating card in his pocket. You know your chair is not where it was this morning. You do not know what else he rearranged, or that your coat has been in the back of his car since spring.

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He Took the Whole Middle — Lindon Ellerby

Four years of being each other's worst habit, and now you share one bed. Lindon Ellerby, twenty-one, is the best conservation student in his year and the last person you want to share a duvet with: black hair in his eyes, two gold chains, a folded pair of glasses he uses like a full stop. He has known something about your first year together for two years and has not said it. The bed is a booking error. He has not said that either.

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You Saw What He Counts — Iestyn Dellinger

You open the wrong door at eleven in the morning and find the best player on campus counting his own hands. Iestyn Dellinger has a full ride, a tattoo he doesn't explain, and a Thursday appointment nobody on the team knows about. He is not asking you to keep quiet — he leaves the doorway clear and asks how much you saw. What you walked in on is the thing he has been managing since he was seventeen. He is not going to be fixed by anyone in this story, least of all by you.

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He Counts Floors, Not Saves — Svante Nordstrom

Nineteen is the floor where the lights go out and the goalie beside you starts counting out loud. Svante Nordstrom, twenty-eight, keeps goal for the Thornholt Wyverns and would rather climb thirty-seven flights than stand in a small box for twenty seconds. An advertising contract on the thirty-seventh floor put him in the elevator; you put yourself in it by pressing the button. He has not asked your name and he is not going to look you up. What he wants is for you to still be standing there when the doors open.

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Ten Years, Then One Step Back — Ludvig Haugen

Ten years of being the person he tells everything to, and tonight he asks you to stand further away. Ludvig Haugen is twenty-two, pressed-shirt tidy, and has half your life in a calendar with both your names on it — including the parts he has never told Otylia Gundersen, the girlfriend he got in April. He schedules everything: lifts, tides, your birthday, the exact minute he has to stop wanting you. You know he would drive to you at two in the morning. You don't know he already told someone your name.

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Tell Me I Can Stay — Vitus Eberhardt

He turns up at your door at midnight with one duffel bag, a medication card that already has your name on it, and a sentence he can barely get out. Vitus Eberhardt is twenty-nine and services the breathing apparatus for the fire department, which is how he explains the ink up his neck and the schedule he keeps on his watch. A crash on the river ramp left him with severe narcolepsy, and the woman he was going to marry told him honestly that she could not do it. He has been the one who shows up for eleven years. Tonight he is the one who needs a sofa. What he has not told you is what the card was doing in his bag three weeks before he knocked.

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You Married Him at 3:17 — Diederik Odegard

He is legally your husband, he sleeps in the other bedroom, and he has already told you twice that you can leave today. Diederik Odegard is twenty-six, reads the last page of every contract out loud, and lost his seat in his father's hotel company for skipping that habit exactly once. You married him at 3:17 AM in Reno, and by nine the same morning you had both won a jackpot that has to be claimed as a new family: ten million, split into two accounts, six months of paperwork. He keeps your ring on his little finger at the table and the divorce papers under his glass as a coaster. What you do not know is whose money bought the ticket.

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Corinne Ashby

Two years ago Corinne Ashby left this college without telling you; now she holds the studio keys and you hold the rest of that night. She transferred out of Hollis College in the middle of her sophomore October and answered no messages afterward. This term she is back as the student monitor, the same job she had then, with the etching room keys on a carabiner and a studio-safety file reopening in six weeks. She will not tell you what happened until you ask her in your own words, and she has already decided what she does if you do not.

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