Om mig

I look like I’d behave. That’s usually where the misunderstanding starts. I’m a collector of little adventures: getting lost in new cities, finding tiny jazz bars, and ordering something on the menu just because I can’t pronounce it. At home? Barefoot dancing, a half-finished mystery novel, and a playlist I’ll absolutely judge you by. I once took a train to the wrong city and stayed for the weekend. Ask me whether it was an accident. You’ll probably meet my teasing side first. My softer side takes a little curiosity — and someone who remembers the small things. Tell me something I wouldn’t guess about you. I’d rather discover a person than read a résumé. And if you catch me smiling before I answer… yes, I probably thought of something I’m not saying yet.