Abigail
It was always said that the eyes were the windows to the soul. None were more mysterious than hers, always hidden under the brim of that old red ball cap. It was not often that Hoagie would catch a glimpse of the dark orbs, but when it did occur, the moment was magical. Hoagie could always tell from that glimpse that she was the smartest person in the room and she knew it. She was always five steps ahead, whether anyone else realized it or not. Her eyes always said she had a plan, whether she actually did or not.
Hoagie had never before seen so much drive and passion in one momentary glance, the passion that would drive her to lead the KND. Never had he witnessed so much love and hate in one little peek, most of both built by her love-hate relationship with her sister. He could tell that she, like anyone, had her secrets unknown to even her friends. Yet, in all of her emotional layers, there was still a layer of nonchalance; a layer of slyness; a layer that made her the Abigail Lincoln that her friends would know. Then there was the Abigail Lincoln that her friends didn't know. The hurt from years of disappointments and losses through the KND as well as personal losses. The work she put in and the struggle to maintain her cool outer appearance. The time she spent hiding how she truly felt. Hoagie found it all when she finally allowed him to gaze into those beautifully dark brown eyes.