<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, very late evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Diary Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>Jacket, vest and tie are off<br/><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She had a good hand-shake and she looked him in the eye when doing it.  Which actually wasn't that common.  He suspected it had to do with the job she referenced in her video.  She was in mining and he suspected that she had to deal with guys most of the time, no doubt guys who wouldn't be considered particularly progressive.  Being gorgeous...even when tired probably made that a good deal more difficult.  He had met women similar to her in his job...and no doubt she'd met guys like him.<br/><br/>His hand was hard, calloused but he didn't squeeze her hand or try to prove something...pull something with their handshake.  Firm. Brief. Met with a short sharp nod of his head and an easy smile.<br/><br/><em>"All good things.  I'm Mark.  I just landed."</em>, he released her hand and moved it to the back of his neck.  Rubbing it self-consciously.<em>"It's been...busy, since I arrived."</em>She really was attractive...not a surprise considering the job central casting did for the show.  She did however look as tired as he felt.  Still attractive...but tired.<br/><br/>He was only fifty percent successful with women today however and he wasn't feeling hyper confident about telling a woman she just met that she looked tired.  He slipped smoothly out of her way and into the hall, giving her access to the diary room.<br/><br/><em>"The diary room is all yours.  Sleep well when it comes."</em>, he turned to head down the hall and then paused to look back at her.<em>"I hope we get to talk tomorrow Delaney...and I like your necklace."</em><br/><br/>He gave her a small smile...he looked tired...nodding his head once to her and then turning completely and leaving her for her diary session.