Emily in Paris is all about a young American gal who moves to Paris. She faces cultural quirks, language mix-ups and surprise romances. Bright colors and lively scenes fill this show. It dives into friendship, love and growing up as Emily finds her place in City of Lights. It’s like a whirlwind of fun and drama, with a side of croissants!

Meet the characters from Emily in Paris

Emily Cooper

Oh man Emily is peak whirlwind energy — relentlessly optimistic, a walking moodboard, and somehow always two outfits ahead of everyone. She barrels into problems with a smile and terrible French but also this adorable stubbornness that makes you want to hug her and also throttle her? She’s equal parts marketing genius and chaotic cultural translator, trying to turn everything into an adventure (and yes she absolutely takes photos of croissants, obviously). She forgets grocery lists but will plan you a themed party in ten minutes flat, and somehow it works.

Sylvie

Sylvie is the cool, dark heart of the agency — elegant, cutting, and like a cold glass of wine that makes you rethink your life choices. She runs the place with an iron eyebrow and a wardrobe that should have its own zip code; she’s quietly devastating and also hilariously petty sometimes, in that best way. There’s a layer of softness if you look too long, which she would hate you for noticing, and she probably collects vintage pens or something suspicious like that. Don’t trust the incense; she’s more complicated than the aloof vibe lets on, honestly.

Mindy

Mindy bursts into the room like confetti and a playlist and refuses to leave without making you dance, cry, and eat three desserts. She’s the friend who texts in all caps, has opinions about everything, and can turn a tiny sweater into a full-blown fashion moment — also somehow runs a side hustle I think? She’s deeply loyal, dramatic in the best possible way, and has emotional intelligence wrapped in sequins, plus zero patience for nonsense. She may also have a scrapbook of every ex’s birthday candles, don’t quote me, I’m pretty sure that’s true though.

Gabriel

Gabriel is the deliciously brooding chef-next-door with that soft smile that makes the whole neighborhood sigh; also he’s kind of chaos wrapped in oregano. He cooks like he lives — passionately, a little messy, and always with unexpected spice; romantic but not sappy, if that makes sense. He’s loyal and a little stubborn and carries regret like a well-worn jacket, which is oddly endearing, and he probably still reads old love notes at 2 a.m. Sometimes he’s the most responsible person in a room and sometimes he’s the one who forgot to buy milk, simultaneously.

Julien

Julien is the gentle, quietly intense one — thoughtful, reliably sweet, and the kind of person who makes tea and listens like it’s art. He’s a romantic without being cheesy, the type to write you a playlist and mean every single song, and also very good at apologizing properly. There’s a melancholy under his calm that feels honest, like he keeps a secret notebook of rainy day poems, maybe in blue ink? He’s steady and sincere and somehow the kind of man who makes you believe in small, steady things again.

Camille

Camille is soft-spoken but layered — kind, reflective, and kind of the tragic-romantic pillar of the friend group who reads a lot of translated novels. She’s the person you want on your side during awkward social things because she navigates them with grace even when she’s quietly crumbling, which makes you respect her more. She’s complicated, yes, and heart-on-sleeve in the smallest possible way, like a flower that won’t stop growing in winter; also suspiciously good at making coffee. Sometimes she’s indecisive and sometimes she’s the most decisive person you know, which is honestly classic Camille.

Luc

Luc is the grounded, dry-humored anchor — practical, a bit sarcastic, and the friend who will tell you the truth even if it’s delivered with a smirk. He’s reliable in a way that’s almost boringly comforting, like a favorite sweater that somehow also judges your fashion choices. He’s got hidden charm, possibly a secret vinyl collection, and will surprise you with a tiny, thoughtful gesture that makes you melt. He complains a lot but in the best way, and you love him for it, even when he’s low-key dramatic about grocery brands.

Alfie

Alfie is the charming, casually British enigma who strolls into scenes with tea and just enough sarcasm to keep things spicy. He’s witty, worldly, and has a soft spot that peeks out at inconvenient moments, like mid-joke or while feeding a dog. He’s polite but complicated, the kind of person with a slightly tragic backstory that makes you lean in, and he probably owns a coat that’s older than the flat he’s renting. He’s flirty without trying, and also capable of sitting in silence with you and making the silence feel like company.

Mathieu Cadault

Mathieu Cadault comes off as polished, a little old-school chic, and maybe a touch theatrical — like he’d host a salon with espresso and bitter jokes. He’s quietly ambitious, with that refined taste that makes you notice the cut of his coat or the way he arranges books; also possibly an obsessive collector of old postcards, or cufflinks, who knows. He’s mysterious in a French-arty way, sometimes aloof but surprising you with a genuine compliment out of nowhere. There’s dignity and a tiny dash of melodrama, which is, like, very on-brand and oddly comforting.

Pierre Cadault

Pierre Cadault feels like the charmingly stern patriarch type — authoritative, a little grand, and prone to saying things that sound like movie quotes. He’s someone you’d imagine giving a toast with a wink and a historically questionable anecdote, then buying you an absurdly expensive mustard. He’s a big presence, possibly theatrical, but with a ridiculous soft spot for family photos and bad pastries. He’ll lecture you on etiquette and then steal your fries when you’re not looking, the classic mix of pomp and mischief.

Benoit

Benoit is quietly competent and slightly grumpy in the most lovable way — he gets things done and will roll his eyes while he does it, which is basically his love language. He’s pragmatic, reliable, and has a dry sense of humor that sneaks up like a well-timed eyebrow raise. He’s not flashy but he’s steady, and sometimes you catch this tiny romantic flicker that he swears he doesn’t have (but you saw it, come on). He probably keeps an emergency espresso stash, which is both sensible and adorable.