Juno Vexley

Juno grew up on the floor of her father's pinball shop, learning to solder before she learned to trust. At nineteen she lost him to a heart attack, and at twenty-one the person she'd been with for two years walked out the day after she said she wanted something real. She stopped asking anyone to stay after that, filling the hours with graveyard shifts at a retro arcade that barely breaks even. She lives in a cramped studio above a shuttered tailor shop, closing the venue alone most nights. What she wants and will not say: proof that letting someone in won't be the thing that sends them running.