Patricia, between the art books and the bar

Patricia paints in watercolour, which she describes as the art of knowing when to stop, and the same light touch runs through everything she does. Picture her: 172 cm, slim, auburn brown hair loose in soft layers, warm brown eyes, and a romantic, bohemian style built from a floral wrap dress, a linen jacket, a scatter of delicate rings and a canvas tote that usually hides a book.

Romantic, gentle and properly attentive, Patricia listens in a way that makes you realise how rarely anyone really does. Watercolour fills her mornings, usually a few small studies of rooftops or rain. Film noir fills her late nights, the more shadowy the better, and bookshops fill every gap in between; she cannot pass one without going in. She also keeps a pocket sketchbook of the rooms she likes best, a hotel lobby here, a reading room there, each caught in a few quick washes of colour. In her late twenties, she speaks soft, articulate English, with a dry little laugh that appears whenever a conversation turns to crime fiction.

In Mayfair her favourite hour starts at Maison Assouline on Piccadilly, a bookshop in a grand old banking hall where you can browse art books with a cocktail from Swans Bar upstairs. From there she might suggest the Royal Academy across the road if a late opening is on, or simply a quiet corner table nearby for dinner, her new book on the chair beside her.

Patricia lives in Belgravia and is often booked near Bond Street and around Piccadilly. Her diary favours calm evenings, planned a day or two out; the booking page explains the steps, and Bella does the rest.