Cricket

The IJ is not a river and people here are particular about that, which is the sort of thing a couple picks up late in a trip, if at all. Cricket is twenty-two and has the Centrum as her own quarter, so the walk from a central hotel to the quay is one she has done rather than guessed at. Dutch or English, whichever is easier for the two of you, and she will not switch mid-sentence to make a point of it. Blonde, tall, and funny in a dry way that takes a moment to land. She is also the one to ask what the morning will look like, having watched a great many ships leave.

Cricket decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.