<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Hamilton, NZ<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>4 July, 2019, Evening- Post competition<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Elsa<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa/Open<br/><br/>Owen took the opportunity of the long answer to pick at a few things from the assembled plates. It all looked so tantalizing as it was laid out, but, given where Owen was in the midst of answering Elsa’s queries, he knew it would be rude to pile up his plate. That gave the blonde first shot at the plates, and she did well to sample from a number of trays, which he took as license to do the same, adding a bit of the roasted sea-bass to the potatoes and Tumbet. All of the food was expertly prepared and delicious, again validating Elsa’s decision to pick at a broad sampling.<br/><br/>He chewed the well-prepared fish thoughtfully as she responded, already warmed by the meeting of minds on Billie Eilish. There seemed to be a real blending of interests and moral between them, at least of the jump. That Elsa also favored maintaining her fitness told Owen that he and the blonde had the chance to connect on a number of levels.<br/><br/>The pinky swear was cute, and Owen was happy to play along. His thick finger curled around hers and he reassured her, “I think more people like that song than are willing to admit it,” he said. Then, with a knowing smile said,<strong>“Though, I think a few more people might know now than you’d like,”</strong>as he made a small head motion to the cameras not ten feet away.<br/><br/>In regards to her book responses he again wanted to reassure her,<strong>“I can promise you, the number of ‘adults’ that read those kinds of books are far greater than you know, Elsa,” </strong>he said, using his fingers to air quote ‘adults’.<strong>“There are, to my knowledge, at least 3 or 4 guys on the New Zealand national team-big, burly boys, who are full Potterheads,” </strong>he finished with a laugh. “<strong>Admittedly, I tend towards non-fiction or thrillers myself. But, I know a lot of people who swear by the fantasy genre. Maybe I should ask you for a recommendation or two to ease me in.” </strong><br/><br/>Owen wouldn’t have admitted it, but he was warmed by the idea of her making little recommendations of things he might enjoy. He even thought she might be the right person to actually understand what he liked.<br/><br/>The last question was the hardest. Did he even know? He and Elsa had both just emphasized honesty, and he felt like he owed to her to give the best possible version of the truth that he knew. Leading with a long sigh, he started,<strong>“Well, to be honest, Elsa, my agent pushed me a bit here. He thinks I’m nearing the end of my playing days, and thinks I might do well on TV. Thought this might be a way for me to get my feet wet.” </strong>He took a sip of his wine and continued,<strong>“I have to say I didn’t feel so great about it at first. Mostly because no athlete wants to admit that it’s over, you know?” </strong>Owen pushed a hand up through his hair, leaving it just a touch mussed, then jabbed his fork through some of the potatoes,<strong>“After I slept on it, though, I realized that I’d had less than no luck in dating the last few years, and that I’d missed having someone I could trust and lean on when I needed. And, more importantly, someone I could be there for, someone who didn’t <em>need</em> to lean on me, but would choose to.” </strong><br/><br/>His gaze game back to Elsa, and his brown eyes met hers. Ready for it or not, he felt like he was really enjoying her company and the conversation.<strong>“What about you, Elsa? Is Love Island looking like it’s going to give you what you’re missing?” </strong>He smiled, gently cradling his fork,<strong>“Oh, and a fun question: Where’s a place you’d love to travel to? What’s on your bucket list there?”</strong><br/>