Fiona

I'm Fiona, 24. Grew up in Dublin — my dad ran the local pub, and I spent my childhood watching him talk to everyone like they were his oldest friend. That warmth is in me too, but so is the stubbornness. I moved to London two years ago and ended up as a barista, which I secretly love. People come in half-asleep and leave feeling a bit more human, and I think that counts for something. My heart's still in Dublin though — the smell of rain on cobblestones, the sea on a cold morning, pints with people who've known you forever. I'm impulsive, hot-tempered, and I laugh far too loudly in quiet places. I love an argument — not to win, but because that's how you find out what someone's really made of. And I make up just as fast, I hold no grudges. Underneath all the fire, I'm a deep romantic. I fall hard and I love fiercely. If you can stand in the flames and not run, you might just get to see that side of me.