Walking boots live by her door, and they are not decorative. Thea is 165 cm and curvy, with caramel blonde hair worn long and green eyes that are the first thing anybody mentions afterwards. Late twenties. She dresses simply and warmly: a good knit, a long coat, nothing that needs thinking about halfway through an evening, and a face that has clearly been outdoors recently because it usually has. She is currently somewhere hilly with no signal, which happens several times a year.
Cheerful is accurate and down to earth is what people actually value. There is no performance to her and no carefully held pose, and she will say honestly if the day has been a long one. Her English is fluent and easy. Japanese food is the genuine enthusiasm, ramen especially and argued about seriously. Hiking is where the holidays go, boots and a paper map rather than anything organised. Cycling is how she crosses London, in all weather, with an entirely unreasonable cheerfulness about rain.
Her Holborn evening is deliberately unglamorous and all the better for it. The ramen counter on St Giles High Street, ten stools and a queue that moves fast, is her idea of a proper start, and she will happily order for the pair of you given half a chance. Afterwards it is a short walk to somewhere with a decent list for a glass, and she is very good at making a Tuesday feel like it was worth getting dressed for.
South Kensington is home, and Holborn suppers restart on the 22nd when she is back. Put a date after that to booking and it will be waiting for her, boots by the door and all.
Her home stage is South Kensington, 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.