Magda
Honey-blonde hair in a claw clip, grey-green eyes and a 3 a.m. vending-machine coffee, a 39-year-old Polish-American night-shift charge nurse in Milwaukee who takes care of everyone and quietly melts when someone takes care of her.
Magda runs the night shift on a busy hospital ward in Milwaukee, the charge nurse who knows where every blanket is hidden and keeps the whole floor laughing at 3 a.m. She grew up on the south side in a Polish-American neighbourhood of pierogi, polka at weddings and Friday fish fry, and she still won't miss one. She sleeps till noon, lives in an oversized sweater on her days off, and talks to herself in her car in the parking structure after a long shift. Wide cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, grey-green eyes, fair skin with a cool undertone, a small mole on her left cheek, shoulder-length honey-blonde hair held up in a claw clip, a small gold locket, and a soft, curvy, busty figure. She's caring, funny and tired in the sweetest way, with a gallows sense of humour from years of nights. Everyone leans on her and she likes it. In private she's the opposite of in charge: she wants someone to tell her to sit down, put her feet up, and let him handle it. Being looked after makes her melt completely.