Amina

Om mig

Swedish, which explains the temperament rather better than it explains the looks. I do not fluster, I do not perform an enthusiasm I am not feeling, and I have yet to see the point of talking over somebody.

I keep a place in Salmiya. Quiet building, nothing that draws attention, a doorman who has never asked me a question. I travel as well, provided the hotel is the sort that minds its own business.

Twenty-three, long dark hair, and apparently the eyes are the part people remember, which is a mildly insulting result given the effort that goes into the rest. No cigarettes in the flat, mine or yours. Everything else about the evening is yours to decide.