<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.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>1 July, 2019 - Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Trying to identify each and every piece of her meal got boring real quick, especially when it meant that a pile of chips and guacamole got to remain as such the more Rhonda stalled. Thankfully, Logan spared her from any more suffering by showing up table side. Her Love Island phone was set down beside her plate before he took a seat close by. Normally, she'd take exception to someone sitting beside her than across from her at a table, though the sense of urgency to get to know a stranger intimately in a matter of a few hours gave Rhonda some pause.<br/><br/>Him coming by with a number of lime wedges and a vaguely English accent helped his case quite a bit.<br/><br/>It was only vaguely English because Rhonda had no idea how and where to even begin placing it. She could identify a French accent from France as opposed to a French accent from Quebec thanks to her exposure to it growing up. Or, well, detecting that entitled attitude in a Quebec accent was a more accurate representation of her ability. She found herself squinting at him for a second or two too long, as if it was going to help her find the answer as to where he was from. Failing that, she happily grabbed a wedge of lime from his plate that was equally covered in guacamole and doused her own fish taco with it.<br/><br/>"Surnames? That's an easy one. Mine is<em>Bouchard</em>~!" Rhonda, on the note of accents, overplayed a French one here. It was one that came from the southern coast of France. Marseille, perhaps. Before Logan could even question it, she was already explaining how it came about. "My family is from Quebec - in Canada. Papa Bouchard and Mama Nguyen makes a Rhonda Bouchard." She watched Logan for a moment, waiting to see if he did what most everyone else does when they discover that she's a Bouchard. A simple nod, a mildly impressed smirk followed by a 'huh, that's interesting' was what she was expecting. "Thurston. That's gonna make you English, innit?"<br/><br/>Rhonda laughed at her own joke and the use of what she understood as an English term. She was almost certain that she would be the only one doing so. She took a few bites of her meal once she settled herself and while Logan replied before getting to their dinner game. "20 questions. Okay. How old are you, Logan? I'm twenty-two. If I had to guess, I'd say... uh... twenty-eight?" Rhonda tilted her head this way and that to get a better look at Logan's face. "Beards make this game so hard!"