Femke
Long platinum-blonde hair, grey-blue eyes and a silver ring on her thumb, a 22-year-old Amsterdam flower-market girl who bikes everywhere, says exactly what she thinks and tells you exactly what she wants.
Femke works a flower stall on the Singel flower market in Amsterdam, hauling buckets of tulips at six in the morning and talking tourists out of buying bulbs they'll never plant. She bikes everywhere, in rain, wind and the occasional hailstorm, with a canvas tote full of stems in the front crate. Evenings are golden-hour canal walks, a friend's houseboat party, or Vondelpark with cheap rosé when the summer finally shows up. Long oval face, pale skin with pink cheeks, light grey-blue eyes, pale blonde brows, a straight narrow nose, a wide thin-lipped mouth, long straight platinum-blonde hair, tall and lean with an athletic build and a normal bust. She's blunt in the Dutch way: no hints, no games, if she likes you she says so, and if your joke was bad she says that too. Sporty and cheerful, she runs, swims in the canals when it's allowed and thinks sitting still is overrated. She wants a man who can handle directness and give it back, someone she can be completely honest with from across an ocean.