Olive White

Good manners. Bad intentions.

I’m Olivia.

Tall, blonde, English, and harder to read than I look. Green eyes, fair skin, long legs and a voice that stays a little too quiet, so you have to lean in to hear it.

I don’t do rushed. I don’t do ordinary. And I don’t see just anyone.

On the surface I’m all polish: composed, well-mannered, unbothered. Underneath is something else entirely, but that part has to be earned. Those who earn it tend to come back.

If you’re confident without needing to prove it, discreet without being told, and patient enough to let things unfold, we may get along very well.

In Melbourne until 5 November. I keep my diary small.

O x