Name: Amelia Sadri
Likes: typewriters, films, cigarettes, vodka, rainy days, her motorcycle, coffee, nutella, blacks and greys, boots
Dislikes: the color pink, springtime, airplanes, suburbia, socialites, reminders of her family's deaths, judgmental people
Job: currently working at the Starbucks in the center of town to make ends meet, but dreams of becoming a professional screenwriter.
--> mother - Elena Sadri (Joely Richardson) ; deceased at age 42.
--> father - Andrei Sadri (Richmond Arquette) ; deceased at age 43.
--> sister - Anya Sadri (Troian Bellisario) ; deceased at age 15.
Bio: (At least 8 sentences so we can get a good feel of your character) Amelia has never really fit in with the other citizens of Lewisburg. She has always been very quiet and reserved, and the other kids often found her intimidating growing up due to her strong Russian bone structure, her stoic attitude, and her perfect grades. While the other kids her age were at school dances and football games, Amelia was usually at home, watching movies or clicking away at her typewriter. When she went away to the University of Oxford in London, she was ready for a fresh start. However, tragedy struck when her parents and her sister were killed in a plane crash while flying over to visit her for spring break during her freshman year. Even though the accident happened when she was 18, Amelia still hasn't been able to forgive herself and stop feeling like it's her fault that her family was killed. Afterwards, she had to sell the house she grew up in and move to London to finish her schooling. There was a silver lining to be found, though, as it was at Oxford that Amelia met Oliver Addis. They quickly became close friends and now live together in Lewisburg.
Relationship Status: single, but rumor has it that there's more than friendship brewing beneath the surface of her relationship with Oliver.
Model: Rooney Mara
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Name: Oliver Addis
Job: teaches French and English at Whiteford High School
Bio: A born Englishman, Oliver has always been a parent's dream child. He excelled in school and received a full scholarship to Oxford, where he met Amelia while studying English Literature and French.
Relationship Status: officially single, but has hidden feelings for Amelia for a couple of years now.
Model: Joseph Gordon-Levitt
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By my count, I had made twenty-two lattes, fourteen cappuccinos, and thirty-eight coffees today. The loudly ticking clock on the wall informed me that I had sixteen minutes remaining of my second shift of the day. I was exhausted. Starbucks' paychecks weren't all that substantial, and neither was a teacher's salary, so I was stuck working double shifts twice a week and Oliver was covering every class and detention session that he could get his hands on, just so that we could pay our rent and fill up our gas tanks.
The bell above the door jingled as someone came in.
"Hi, welcome. What can I get for you?" I asked, plastering a smile on my face as they'd taught me to do during training.
"A grande macchiato with a double shot of espresso, skim milk and light sugar." I was always amazed at how quickly these people could rattle off their orders, each more complicated than the next.
"And your name?"
I scribbled the name down on a cup and went about making the beverage. I'd been working here enough that it had become mostly autopilot, measuring the milk, scooping the sugar, blah blah blah. I'd had an idea for a script tickling the back of my mind all day but I'd only managed a minute to hastily write down a few keywords on a paper napkin, which was now shoved into my pocket.
"Here you go, Paula. Have a great day."
She didn't tip. My manager probably would've said it was because I didn't smile enough, but really, at what point does smiling for money become a sort of prostitution?
Finally, my shift ended. I clocked out and waved to my reliever, Danny, who was still in high school. I traded in my apron for my motorcycle helmet and leather jacket that were hanging on my hook in the back room and headed out the back. My bike was parked in the corner of the alley.
I was just about to kick the ignition when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I sighed and tugged my helmet off to answer it.
"Hey, d'you want Chinese or pizza for dinner tonight?" said Oliver. I smiled to myself at the sound of his voice. "I've been grading papers all afternoon and I expect you won't want to cook either, so what's your fancy?"
"Will do. See you soon."
"Bye." I hung up, tucked my phone back into my pocket, and kicked my bike to life. It growled underneath me as I pulled out into the street, headed for the cramped apartment that Oliver and I called home.
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