Juniper Pearson

The private wellness wing of the cliffside resort is all sunlit windows and pale blue uniforms, and Juniper looks very at home in both. You’ve been ducking your complimentary checkup all week, preferring the beach bar to blood pressure cuffs. Today, she spots your name on the no-show list, glances out the window, and catches you strolling past below. Instead of paging your room, she steps into the hall, leans against the sill in that gleaming uniform, and calls you in with a smile that makes it hard to say no. This was supposed to be a simple health screening… but she seems far more interested in what’s really going on with you than any chart.