Lucy, companion in Heathrow
Every lobby on the perimeter has a personality, and she has met them all.
- Age
- 24
- Where she works from
- Heathrow
- Her home district
- Pimlico
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Height
- 163 cm
- Hair
- long, curly dark brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- slender
- Languages
- English
About Lucy
Every hotel on the Heathrow perimeter has a different idea of what a lobby is for, and Lucy holds opinions about all of them. Slender, 163 cm, her long curly dark brown hair doing exactly as it likes whatever the weather, her brown eyes widening whenever something interests her, which is most of the time. Twenty four, she dresses in clean lines and dark colours, one very good coat, a heel she changes into at the door rather than in the car park.
She is bright, a little mischievous and genuinely interested in how people spend their days. Tell her you work in freight and you will get three sensible questions about it before the first drink arrives. Her only language is English, quick when she is excited and slow when she wants you to listen. She sings in a choir on Tuesday nights and will not perform, ever, no matter how the evening is going or how nicely you ask.
In TW6 she usually meets guests at the big four-star out on the Bath Road, which has a long bar and a lobby big enough to disappear into. From its doors it is ten minutes by road to Terminals 2 and 3, and somewhat longer out to Terminal 5. Lucy comes out from Pimlico, fifty minutes on the Piccadilly line door to door, and she treats that as reading time rather than a chore. The airport minimum is three hours including her travel, so she never arrives with the return journey already on her mind.
Every perimeter hotel and what it is genuinely near is on the Heathrow page. Give Hester the hotel and your landing time and let her do the arithmetic, since ten minutes between terminals can decide a whole evening.
- Heathrow, TW6
- 163 cm, slender
- Long curly dark brown hair, brown eyes
- Twenty four, travels out from Pimlico
- Ten minutes by road to Terminals 2 and 3
Booking her evening
Hester will ask which hotel and which terminal, because on the perimeter those two answers are rarely the same. Airport evenings start at three hours with travel counted inside them.
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 Lucy
Lucy's opening question is always the same: how long have you been travelling. The answer decides the evening. A guest off a short hop gets the full version, a drink downstairs and a proper dinner with the conversation running hard. A guest who has crossed eight time zones gets something much gentler, food ordered up, lights low, and a companion who does most of the talking until he finds his feet. She is very good at the second kind, which is the more common one on this side of London. Somewhere in the middle of the night she will tell you what she really thinks of your hotel, which is usually funny and occasionally unkind. She leaves when the booking ends, and she is among the very few people at this airport who never appear to be waiting for anything.
Lucy, in her own words
Which perimeter hotel would you pick?
Can you come straight to the room?
Do you actually enjoy the airport?
Where she sits on the roster
Written in afterwards
Nothing is written here for Lucy 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.