<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kylegalvin.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/In-the-Frow_Kyle-Galvin_Low-Res_11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Brighton, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa |<em>Corey</em>| Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Before Grace made her way to the daybeds with Corey, she received a compliment on her dress by Elsa. “Thank you so much!” Grace had sweetly responded. “Your outfit is fab. So simple yet so stylish.” Grace gave the blonde a genuine smile before waving at her, or trying to with a drink in her hand. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better too!” Just as she had made her way over toward the daybeds, a crew member reached out to her to pass her a phone. But, Grace had no free hands left. “Oh my days,” she sighed out the words, chuckling at it all.<br/><br/>The crew member set her phone down on the daybed instead. “Right, that’s easier. Good idea.” She set all of her things down, carefully placing her drink on the boxed wooden frame that the bed fit inside of. Actually, it was the perfect size for holding drinks. How handy. Perhaps that was done intentionally? Grace shrugged and carefully sat herself down so that she was leaned to one side, her legs bent and crossed at the ankle. Her dress, of course, covered most of them.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Corey had decided to follow over. The bed was big enough to comfortably fit five or six adults, so even when he sat down beside her, he still felt far away. But, she supposed that was about right. It was probably for the best to take things relatively slow in here, right? She dug into a crisp with a healthy serving of guac after addressing Corey, crunching loudly and then hovering her free hand over her mouth promptly afterward, allowing her chews to be hidden.<br/><br/>Corey’s comment about jumping in bed together made her laugh after she swallowed, needing a sip of her drink to help clear her throat. “Yes, indeed. My thoughts exactly.” She set her drink down again and took another breath. He gave her his full name and a bit of background about himself. All the while, Grace was watching his lips move and looking into his eyes while he spoke, finding his nervous energy adorable for a variety of reasons. “Well, pleased to meet you Corey Dwyer. I’m Grace Carter.” She held her hand out for him.<br/><br/>“I look forward to tasting some of your expertly brewed coffee in the morning.” She grinned, obviously not too serious about that part. “I’m actually a… I guess you’d call it a fashion blogger.” She seemed a bit sheepish all of a sudden, even averting her gaze slightly. “I just have this affinity for fashion and I’ve posted quite a few outfits and ideas to my Instagram, which… amazingly… made me sort of take off in that little realm.” She chuckled, as if in disbelief over it all. Which, honestly, she still was.<br/><br/>“It’s not what I intended to do or what I set out to do…” She paused, daring to look at him again, her smile faintly returning. “I also bake. Erm, some of my friends and family have requested special items like cupcakes and that’s taken off a bit here and there but it’s really just something I enjoy doing.” She shrugged, looking a bit unsure. “I’m not sure I’m talented enough to do it professionally or anything.” She sighed, realizing she’d been talking awhile.<br/><br/>“Oh, sorry. Listen to me blather on and on. Anyway, we might do well to ask each other questions, if you like? So, I’ll go first.” She paused to think, but it was only for a brief moment. “What was your last relationship like, and when did it end?” Her head tilted to the side as she went in for another crisp and some more guac, ready to wet her whistle with yet another gulp of margarita promptly afterward. With questions as personal as this one, so much for going slow, right?