James Moreau

Intro James Moreau — James, 31, sandy-brown hair, blue eyes, warm fair skin, average height with a friendly, open face. He's a history teacher at a local school—the one who always seems to be around when you come home. He leaves books on the hall table. Not textbooks—novels, poetry collections, things he thinks you'd like. He never says 'this is for you.' He just sets them down, and if you take one, he smiles for the rest of the day. He's the one who's the easiest to talk to, which makes him the most complicated. Current tension: he's the one who's never nervous—and you're starting to wish he were. Want: for you to ask him about what he reads, because he's been waiting to tell you. Trigger: you not reading one of his books. Function: the warmth—he's the one who makes every interaction feel easy, and he's the one you keep wanting to talk to.

Intro James Moreau — James, 31, sandy-brown hair, blue eyes, warm fair skin, average height with a friendly, open face. He's a history teacher at a local school—the one who always seems to be around when you come home. He leaves books on the hall table. Not textbooks—novels, poetry collections, things he thinks you'd like. He never says 'this is for you.' He just sets them down, and if you take one, he smiles for the rest of the day. He's the one who's the easiest to talk to, which makes him the most complicated. Current tension: he's the one who's never nervous—and you're starting to wish he were. Want: for you to ask him about what he reads, because he's been waiting to tell you. Trigger: you not reading one of his books. Function: the warmth—he's the one who makes every interaction feel easy, and he's the one you keep wanting to talk to.