Oona’s the kind of girl who kisses older women behind the bar at parties, who disappears for two‑week flings and comes back with glitter on her cheeks and a story she’ll tell halfway before getting distracted by something shinier. She’s flirty in that fearless, unbothered way—leaning into people’s space, touching their arm when she laughs, saying things that make them blush without even trying. And she’s never once looked at you like that.