No. 24 · The Selection · age 29
Thea saves the chef's best piece
A white shirt, a sushi habit and a map she refuses to consult.
Away, back 22 September 2026 Walking the hills; sushi counter nights after
- Age
- 29
- Height
- 165 cm · 5 ft 5 in
- Hair
- Long caramel blonde
- Eyes
- Green
- Figure
- Curvy
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- South Kensington
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Right now Thea is somewhere on a long walking route, holding a map she refuses to look at. She is back on 22 September, full of stories and with boots badly in need of a clean. Curvy and 165 cm, she has caramel blonde hair that falls long and loose, green eyes, and the natural glow of someone who spends her weekends outdoors. Her style is simple and sunny: a white shirt, good jeans, and a tailored blazer when the evening calls for one.
Nothing about Thea needs decoding: she is cheerful, warm and thoroughly grounded, about the easiest company imaginable. Late twenties, chatty in English, with a laugh that tends to arrive before the joke has finished. She cycles everywhere in London, hikes whenever a free weekend appears, and has a serious appetite for Japanese food, from a plain bowl of ramen to a long counter meal where the chef decides everything and she simply says thank you.
In W1 that counter meal happens at Sushi Atelier on Great Portland Street, a relaxed room with a long bar where she likes to watch the knives and ask questions. She orders the chef's selection and eats every piece with complete attention, chopsticks set down between courses. Afterwards, a walk north towards Regent's Park in the evening air, because she can never quite stay indoors for long, even in November.
Home is South Kensington, a short cab from Great Portland Street. Early evenings open again from 22 September. Put a later date through booking and it goes to the front of her diary.
Thea's ladder
Whole pounds for whole hours, and the figure shown is the figure paid. Travel inside Zones 1 and 2 comes included; every term sits on the rates page.
| Length | Fee | Good for | Message |
|---|---|---|---|
| One hour60 min | £250 | A drink in the bar or an hour of talk upstairs | Ask |
| Ninety minutes90 min | £400 | Unhurried, with time for a second glass | Ask |
| Two hours2 hrs | £500 | Dinner nearby and the stroll back to your hotel | Ask |
| Three hours3 hrs | £700 | A show and a late supper, or a long night in | Ask |
| Dinner date4 hrs | £900 | Four hours built around a proper table | Ask |
| Overnight10 hrs | £1,800 | Ten hours, late evening through to breakfast | Ask |
| WeekendFri to Sun | On request | Priced around your plans by the desk | Ask |
Message ready
Fill the brackets, press send, and keep the room number back until the booking is confirmed.
Hello, I would like to book Thea on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Thea after dark
Seven o'clock, two stools at the counter, and Thea greeting the chef like an old friend. She asks what came in this morning and orders accordingly. Each piece arrives with a short explanation, and she listens to every one as if it were news. She shares her favourites and steals none of yours, which she considers basic good manners.
After dinner she wants air. You walk north along Great Portland Street, past the darkened shop fronts, to the edge of the park, where she tells you about the last hill she climbed and the sandwich she ate at the top, described with the same devotion as the sushi. Nothing about her is complicated. She is good humoured, curious and kind, and an evening in her company feels like a long, deep breath.
Thea, asked
Anywhere with a ridge along the top and a pub at the bottom. The pub is not optional, and neither is the pie.
Whichever one the chef is proudest of today. Just ask him. He will tell you, and he will make it slightly better because you asked.
Sometimes to the neighbourhood, never to the lobby. I change my shoes on the corner, like a superhero.
What guests wrote
This pane has no guest notes yet. They go up after genuine bookings only, once the desk has checked them; each carries a first name and when it was written, nothing explicit, and Thea can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
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