Trains from Paris come in under the Barlow shed all evening, and the champagne bar that runs alongside the platform is where Nora prefers to begin. She is 166 cm and athletic, honey blonde, with hazel eyes that change with whatever she is wearing. Twenty six. Everything she wears is chosen for its line rather than its label: something structured, one bold colour, shoes made for a station floor rather than a photograph, and a coat she will not let you carry.
Spirited is the first thing people notice and warmth is what keeps the evening going. She is properly curious about where a person has travelled in from, and asks about the journey as though it were a story rather than a delay. Her English is fluent and lively. Fashion design is the training and still the eye. Champagne is the weakness she is honest about. Flower markets are the Sunday ritual, and she buys far more than one flat can reasonably hold.
Her St Pancras evening is built for people who have just arrived. She will meet the hour rather than the train, order two glasses at the long bar under the ironwork, and let you sit for twenty minutes before anybody has to decide anything. Dinner follows upstairs or ten minutes south, and she is very good at reading whether you want a lively room or a quiet one after a day of travelling.
She lives in Paddington and the Circle line puts her at St Pancras in twenty minutes flat. A day of notice is ideal, though arrival evenings often work at shorter range: booking will match the hour to your train.
Her home stage is Paddington, and she travels from there to the venues this house covers. Her full listing sits with the rest of the company on the companions page.