<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkhU3slmLhHEgt4Vei2sd0cFkXU9dcx8b-W4GC0ijM1JQf7p5N)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>London, UK<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>Things had been going so very well, perhaps a little too well for his luck, and then Corey had to go and bring Grace’s family into it.  Well, to be fair she had asked about his family, and he had only returned the question in the least original way possible.   And while there was no way that Corey could have expected Grace’s reaction, and indeed if it had not been now then it would have been likely sometime in the near future that he asked, nevertheless Corey felt like a total heel as he watched the tears forming behind Grace’s long lashes.<br/><br/>With his heart sinking down right out of his chest, Corey was up out of his seat in a flash, moving to Grace’s side of the table and taking a seat right beside her.  Taking on of her hands in both of his,  Corey gave it a squeeze.  “Bugger Grace, I’m sorry to dreg that up for you.  I can honestly say the last thing I wanted to do was make you sad, or cry, I was just curious.”  He said softly, so softly that even the mics around their neck would barely pick it up, and surely people all of the world would be leaning in and asking each other what he just said.<br/><br/>“I know it’s not much, hell and I am still practically a stranger, but from what I have tasted, I’d think they’d be pretty proud of you.”  Corey went on, indicating the still large pile of treats she had made them.  “I think you’ve definitely got a calling here, and that’s no lie.  Hell, you’d probably be doing it already, if it wasn’t for the whole thing about you being pretty and everyone wanting to see what you are wearing.”  He said, trying for a teasing smile in hopes of drawing back her own.  “I don’t think that them being disappointed is a fear you should have at all.  Not in the least.”<br/><br/>Squeezing her hand once more, Corey decided he would be staying right where he was, and keeping her hand in his to boot.  “And don’t worry about crying on the first date.  Most of mine do, you just got there a little faster is all.”  Corey teased, laughing at himself.  “Alright, how about we each have another cupcake then, hm?  Give us a chance to reset a bit before I have to do something mental to cheer you up like cannonball the pool or streak the Villa.  Then you can regal me with tales of Brighton, and I will try not to scoff like the city boy that I am.”<br/>