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A redhead with impossible green eyes. Something grounded in the way she holds herself – like she knows who she is and doesn't pretend otherwise.

Isla McKenzie. Twenty‑five.

Dentist by trade, nature enthusiast by choice.

Of all of them, she looks like the kind of person who'd ask how your day was and mean it. I'd love to meet her in normal life. Ask her out. Instead I'm going to watch the life drain out of those eyes.

God, this job.