<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LvAWGgg.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>Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lunch date with JJ<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Off-white two-piece string bikini, black floral pattern romper with a deep V, beaded leather dress sandals<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JJ<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rhonda tried to hide her smirk with her sandwich when JJ immediately latched onto the idea that she was passionate about dating men on TV. It was such a guy thing to do. Along that same line, the sandwich wasn't held up to her face to shield the world from a cheeky grin as much as she popped the last bite into her mouth and was chewing. There was no hiding the smile or the laugh when he dribbled a bit from drinking and chuckling at the same time.<br/><br/>JJ went on to drop a few more nuggets of information about himself. First, he denied his role as an investment banker, to which she pouted wordlessly at. Not that she was genuinely upset by that fact or had a firm belief in her own guess. Rhonda just wanted it to be true for some reason. The tattooed, fit phenom was a business owner, of a gym, no less, and had gone to school for Business Management. Modelling was a gig, but that's all it was, a gig. Nothing to write home about. Interesting. He spoke about learning more from the real world than in school, leading Rhonda to nod in agreement as she reached for her drink.<br/><br/>"It's about the hands you shake, not the grades you make." Rhonda pointed the mimosa holding pinky at JJ again, this time adding a wink after her sage rhyme. "You can keep that one for later."<br/><br/>She sipped away at her drink while JJ spoke about being interested in other things in college. The arch of a brow was obvious, even with a glass and her hand blocking most of her features. Before she spoke, she set the glass back down on her side of the table. "Interested in other things? Like what? Booze? Drugs? Jumping off of high places with the boys?" Rhonda didn't pick out the obvious answer in 'girls'. That was too easy. Besides, it would humour her more if he did in fact talk about his track history in that regard on his own. That always went well for her.<br/><br/>"What do I do? I guess you can call me a model. More of an import model, really. Do you have a really nice car? It'll look a lot nicer with me standing beside it, apparently. I still find it ridiculous that I can get paid for that." Rhonda reached over for another cute little sandwich, though she only kept it in her one hand as she continued on. "I'm working on some other stuff, though. Hoping to start something on Insta and get a channel going on YouTube. The millennial dream!" She knew very well how ridiculous it sounded, especially since everyone her age and their mother was trying to do the same thing nowadays, it seemed. She was sure she was going to make it! Maybe with the help of a Business Management major who had his own enterprise...<br/><br/>"I guess that's what I do to keep the bills paid. I don't really care about my engine, though. That's my chauffeur's problem." Rhonda finally took a few bites of the sandwich she was holding. She replaced it with her mimosa as she chewed, then spoke after that. "I'm surprised you got a gym up and running! How'd you find the time between that and getting all your tattoos?" She stuck out her tongue, hoping she was doing a good job in letting him know that she was just playing around.