Cindy, companion in Hayes
Records came off a line here once, and she has not forgotten it.
- Age
- 26
- Where she works from
- Hayes
- Her home district
- Chelsea
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Height
- 168 cm
- Hair
- long, wavy blonde
- Eyes
- blue
- Figure
- slim
- Languages
- English
About Cindy
Hayes is not a pretty town and Cindy will not pretend otherwise, which is roughly why guests trust her inside ten minutes. Slim at 168 cm, long wavy blonde hair she long ago gave up fighting, blue eyes and an open face that gives away her mood before she does. At twenty six she dresses for weather and for walking: a narrow coat, flat boots in the car, a heel in the bag for the lobby. She looks expensive in the way that has nothing at all to do with labels.
She is funny without working at it and quietly observant. Ask her about the last passenger she watched fall asleep sitting upright on the Elizabeth line and you will get a full character study with motive and backstory. English is her only language, spoken clearly and a little fast when she is enjoying herself, and she never fills an evening with noise for the sake of it. Old records are the hobby, seventies soul mostly, and she has firm views on which pressing is worth owning.
Her favourite thing about this town is the Old Vinyl Factory over on Blyth Road: the EMI buildings where records came off the line for decades, brick and glass now, ten minutes from the airport hotels. She likes an early hour there before dinner, then back to the Bath Road or out to a room near Hayes and Harlington, eight minutes from the central terminals by train and far quicker than most people believe. She travels in from Chelsea, usually by train, usually earlier than she needs to.
The Hayes page has the station walks and the hotel notes. Send Hester an hour and a hotel name. Cindy will tell you what the evening can actually hold, which is usually rather more than people expect out here.
- Hayes, UB3 and UB4
- 168 cm, slim
- Long wavy blonde hair, blue eyes
- Twenty six, travels in from Chelsea
- Eight minutes from the terminals on the Elizabeth line
Booking her evening
Hester needs the hotel, the night and a rough start time. Hayes is close enough to the terminals that a late arrival rarely costs you the evening, and every airport booking runs three hours at the least.
Her figures are the desk figures, published in full on rates, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation. Every frame in the hall is reached from the hall.
Also out to the perimeter
An evening with Cindy
Cindy likes to be in Hayes with an hour to spare, because the best part of the evening happens before anyone sits down to eat. If the light is still good she walks you down Blyth Road past the old factory buildings and tells you what used to be pressed inside them, which is more interesting than it sounds and takes about twenty minutes. Then dinner, wherever you are staying, with no pretence that the town is hiding a great restaurant. What it is hiding is a very easy journey: eight minutes to the terminals when you need it in the morning. She is good at the long middle of an evening, the part where a guest who has been travelling since dawn stops performing and starts talking. She notices when that happens and she slows down to meet it. The last hour is quiet, and quiet is the point.
Cindy, in her own words
Why stay in Hayes rather than on the Bath Road?
Would you ever come into town instead?
What do you want from a guest?
Where she sits on the roster
Written in afterwards
Nothing is written here for Cindy yet, which out here is usually what discretion looks like. A note appears only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the desk has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.