Vanessa asks the second question, the one most people forget. Not just where you are from, but what you miss about it; not just what you do, but which part of it you would keep if you could only keep one. It is a quiet form of curiosity, and it makes an evening with her feel unusually personal.
She is twenty-five, slim and 173 cm tall; balayage softens her long, sandy brown hair, and her hazel eyes turn amber by lamplight. Vanessa lives in Paddington and dresses in understated coastal chic: striped knits, wide trousers, a trench coat, and trainers she swaps for heels at the door.
Languages are her longest-running hobby. She collects small phrases the way other people collect postcards and will ask you to teach her one word in any language you know. Fragrance is a gentler collection, a short shelf of bottles each tied to a place she has visited. Cycling is how she sees London; she rides the long way round, along the canal or through the parks. Relaxed and sweet-natured, she speaks English with a gentle, unhurried warmth.
Her Earls Court evening often starts with a walk through Brompton Cemetery just before the gates close, a strange and beautiful Victorian landscape of angels, ivy and long avenues that she loves more than any park. From there, supper somewhere nearby on Old Brompton Road, and then a relaxed return to your hotel, where she is as happy to talk until the agreed hour as to sit comfortably in silence.
Evenings around Earls Court are where she is most often requested, and one message via the booking page reserves her.
