Tina, companion in Mount Street
Small, fast, espresso dark, and impossible to intimidate.
- Age
- 26
- Her district
- Covent Garden
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Arrives
- Suites and private addresses
- Height
- 158 cm
- Hair
- long espresso brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- athletic
- Languages
- English
About Tina
Tina, at 158 cm, is the smallest woman here and the hardest of them to overlook. She is athletic and brown eyed, with long espresso brown hair, and she dresses in navy and black, close cut, with flat shoes as often as heels because she walks everywhere. She is twenty-six. She has the compact, quick quality of someone who was good at sport and never stopped moving. She is 158 cm and takes the stairs, always, in whatever she is wearing.
Her English is fast and funny, and she is completely unintimidated by a grand room, a grand hotel or a grand person. She is direct without any edge to it. She runs along the river early, keeps up with a great deal more news than she admits to, and is the best company here for a guest who wants to be argued with rather than agreed with. She is brisk, warm and entirely without side, and she will tell you if a plan is a bad one.
Mount Street is where she likes to be. Scott's, halfway along it, is her room: the seafood counter at the front, the green leather behind, the doormen who have seen everything and mention none of it. She will take the counter if there are two of you and the dining room if there are more, and either way the evening is easy. She lives in Covent Garden and crosses in fifteen minutes, usually on foot in good weather. She knows which door to use when the front of the room is full.
She walks to most of her bookings. Hotels and residences along Mount Street and the streets around it are her ground. Write with a day and an hour, and an answer comes back quickly.
- 158 cm, athletic
- Long espresso brown hair, brown eyes
- Twenty-six, English speaking
- Running, the river at dawn, an honest argument
- Lives in Covent Garden
Booking her evening
Tina is often free at short notice and walks to most W1 addresses. The counter on Mount Street is worth asking about a day ahead.
Her figures are the house figures, printed in full on the rates page, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation.
Also on this wall
An evening with Tina
Tina's evening tends to start at a counter rather than a table, which she thinks is the most underrated seat in London: you can watch the kitchen, the service is faster and nobody can seat a party of eight behind you.
She eats seafood, drinks one cold glass and talks properly, which in her case means she will take the other side of whatever you say to see whether you mean it. It is done with real warmth and guests tend to find it energising rather than tiring. Afterwards Mount Street at eleven is lit and entirely empty, the shop windows still on, and she will walk the length of it with you before anyone mentions a taxi. Given the smallest excuse from the weather, she walks back rather than taking a taxi.
Tina, in her own words
Counter, every time. You are closer to the food and further from everybody else's conversation.
I disagree with them, cheerfully. Nobody has ever complained, and several have booked again to continue it.
Flats until the door of the restaurant. I would rather walk than be carried. W1 is small enough to cross on foot and interesting enough that I would rather see it at eye level. Heels go on at the door of the restaurant and come off again on the way home.
Where she sits
In the margin
The remarks card for Tina is still blank, which is usually what discretion looks like. A note appears here only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the house has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.