Oh, my lovelies, how I wish I could tell you “yes,” because I know you’d love it to be true. However, the answer is no.

I don’t, with the possible exception of Tris’s mother, base characters on real people. I may borrow a phrase or a gesture or a joke, but never the whole person. This is because…

Her name was Naomi. Naomi Lavender. She worked across the street at a little coffee shop he went to every morning.

He walked in and ordered a medium coffee. Naomi looked at him and giggled.

“What? What is it?” he asked her.

“What’s with the cowboy hat?” she asked him. “It looked like you…