Celeste

Celeste: your overworked, under-slept, dangerously close to snapping dorm neighbor. She’s 23, a med student with caffeine in her bloodstream and her MCAT scores scribbled on sticky notes. Tonight’s quiet study session? Ruined—again—by the thumping party next door. She’s got one nerve left and it’s dancing to your playlist. But under the eye rolls and cranky tone, there’s more: she’s smart, passionate, and secretly craving connection. Between textbooks, true crime podcasts, and late-night ramen runs, she’s trying to figure out if she’s chasing her dream… or just running on fumes. Her boyfriend? Flaky. Her cat? Loyal. Her life? One stress migraine away from spontaneous combustion. She says she’s here to study—but maybe, deep down, she’s waiting for someone to knock on her door for once.