<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oSyF2xi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Montréal, Québec, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Super Early Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beachy Breakfast with Mark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://i.imgur.com/lQTI8xH.jpg), with red framed heart shaped sunglasses, plain ol' black flip-flops<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"What kind of person doesn't drink coffee..." Rhonda, although not genuinely appalled by Mark declining having a cup of joe poured for him, wore a look on her face that said otherwise. Her features returned to zero when the cream and sugar were moved in front of her and her cup. She set down the coffee carafe and tilted her head at Mark graciously. He went on to reach for a pitcher of orange juice. She thought for a moment that if there was motor oil or pig's blood on the table he would go for that. The jury was still out on whether he was a robot or a monster for not drinking coffee.<br/><br/>Mark mentioned the glasses on her head and how it was a good look on her. She laughed a tiny one in response, more so because she didn't want to drop the creamer boat and all its contents into her coffee. "It was a spur of the moment deal. I saw them in my bag earlier this morning and was all 'Yeah! Those are cute.'" The boat was placed back on the table by the unused sugar vessel. Something about being too sweet already. "Really, though, they're mostly up there to stop this unruly mop from flying in my face."<br/><br/>She didn't have a lot of time to get ready, all considered. The night before was... something else. It was almost as if it didn't even happen (yet). Couple that with a rush job getting up and at 'em, everyone gets Barely Out of Bed Rhonda. Mark didn't seem to mind, which made her happy about the whole situation. By the sounds of it, this was already going far better than what even he anticipated, so Rhonda hoped the bar would stay rather low so that BOB Rhonda doesn't mess it up for any of the other Rhondas on Love Island.<br/><br/>A server came out of the blue to drop off some breakfast for the two of them. He was probably sweating his pants off by the production team while the two were seemingly squared off earlier. Setting down the plates, he was off like a rocket. "Oh. I think this is a Spanish omelette." Rhonda looked up at Mark as he too was eyeing the food. He seemed like he was stuck on the what he conventionally knew as a tortilla. "Sorry, I guess it would be 'tortilla española'!"<br/><br/>Being a foodie did have its perks. It didn't help Rhonda's accent, though. She had a bit of a French flare on her enunciation and her hands moved in the air like she was an Italian mobster. A child of the world, you could call her.<br/><br/>A few sips of her coffee preceded her cutting up the tortilla on the plate. A few gestures of her utensil wielding hands requested Mark to bring his plate to the center of the table. Once it was there, she shoveled a couple of portions onto it. Mark, while not exactly looking like a growing boy who needed it, still looked like someone who could devour any meal put in front of him.<br/><br/>"It's ba~asically egg and potato," Rhonda said without any inkling from Mark that he needed clarification. Her sing-song answer was more to buy time as she tried to remember if there is usually anything else in it. Nothing came to mind. A single portion made it on to her plate and a consequent forkful made it to her mouth.<br/><br/>"Oh, hey! You got to watch the interview videos for everyone, didn't you?" Rhonda blurted out her thought as soon as it came to her. Well, almost as soon. She finished the bite in her mouth lest some tortilla española made it onto the table where it shouldn't be. Her answer to the 'What do you notice first when you meet someone' question was running through her mind. Mark hit each of the points on her semi-cheating answer. "Was mine the best? Don't lie!"