Before the first hello
Paris is home. Lyon is where I learned to linger over lunch.

Paris · Europe / Worldwide
Bonsoir, you.
I’m Élise. It’s lovely to have you here.
Thirty-four. French. Paris is home.
I translate books and stay too long in galleries.
At supper, I prefer a good story to a perfect plan.
I’m quiet at first. Then I’m usually the one laughing.
I like people who are curious, kind, and a little unexpected.
You can leave a little to the imagination.
Paris is home. Lyon is where I learned to linger over lunch.
I have a weakness for a late supper and a conversation that takes an unexpected turn.
Silence can be comfortable. I don’t feel the need to fill every minute.
An exhibition, the theatre, a city I haven’t yet walked through with you.
What stays with me is rarely the plan. It’s the little thing we hadn’t expected.
Dinner, an afternoon in Paris, or an evening away. I like time that leaves room for conversation. These are illustrative rates for this fictional portrait.

I keep my face off these pages. If we met, I’d rather you remembered my laugh, the conversation, and that we forgot to look at the time.
For the evening you didn’t want to end.For the evening you didn’t want to end.