Cherry

Cherry orders a Negroni without glancing at the menu. If the bar pours a decent mezcal she may switch, and on a quiet night in a cold glass of white wine does the job just as well. That tells you most of what you need to know about her: she knows exactly what she likes, and she sees no reason to be coy about it.

She is thirty, Canadian, of mixed heritage, and petite in a way that makes the confidence more noticeable rather than less. Long dark waves, brown eyes that do a fair amount of the talking, and a laugh that tends to arrive before she has quite decided to let it out.

She is just as relaxed with a couple as with one person, and a duo alongside another lady suits her fine — she likes a room with a bit of life in it, as long as there is something good in the glass.

Spoiling her is not complicated. She is a Sephora and Dior woman with a soft spot for a Jimmy Choo box, Versace never goes unnoticed, and peonies or roses at the door will win her over before you have said hello.