Patricia among the shelves on Curzon Street

Patricia paints in watercolour, and the medium suits her: it rewards patience, a light hand and a readiness to let lovely accidents happen. Slim and 172 cm tall, she keeps her auburn brown hair long, and her eyes are a particularly warm shade of brown. She dresses softly and romantically, floral prints and loose linen in summer, a velvet coat once the evenings turn cold. She tends to stand a little apart at first, watching the light.

Gentle, romantic and attentive, she makes a guest feel genuinely heard, and she will remember the name of your favourite actor long after you have forgotten mentioning it. Late twenties. Her English is quiet and thoughtful. Watercolour is a daily practice. Film noir is her guilty pleasure: shadows through venetian blinds, rain-slicked streets, a woman who knows more than she says. Bookshops are her sanctuary; she cannot pass one without going in, and seldom leaves with fewer than two books, one of them for somebody else.

Her favourite doorway in Mayfair is Heywood Hill on Curzon Street, a small and beautifully kept bookshop whose staff know their stock intimately and whose shelves reward browsing. She will choose a book for you there after a few minutes' conversation, and she is almost always right. Dinner follows nearby, somewhere candlelit, where she can talk about the story she has just recommended and the film it reminds her of, usually one with Robert Mitchum in a raincoat.

Patricia lives in Belgravia and prefers calm evenings with a little notice, a day or two. Mayfair is where most of her evenings begin; write to Cressida through booking.