<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Listening to Mark's humble opinion of himself was endearing. It was hard to believe that a man that was this stunning could be so unsure of his affect on women. She wondered if anyone had ever told him that he looked like a god before. Forget Chris Hemsworth, Mark was how a god should look. Elsa was quickly trying to trample down those thoughts before she got carried away with herself. Can't let a pretty face fool you, she reminded herself. Must get to know him first. On the exterior she was smiles and playful smirks as he talked.<br/><br/>Elsa gave him a knowing nod as he called her stunning.<strong>"Oh, see now there's the cheeky silver tongue I knew you had... Good for your soul you say... You are too cute for words."</strong><br/><br/>Mark called out to the bartender so they could order and asked Elsa what she'd like to drink.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm missing home a bit. I don't normally drink all that much but if I can I'll take a vodka, Akvavit if you have it. If not, I'll try a house beer."</strong>Elsa hoped the man tending the bar spoke English well. Just in case, she tossed out a rough Swedish tainted Spanish,<acronym title="Please and thank you"><strong>"Por favor y gracias."</strong></acronym>She watched to see what Mark would order. Curious what he liked to drink.<br/><br/>Elsa continued talking,<strong>"You know you've never really asked me why I dressed down for the date? I didn't mean to make you feel out of place in your suit. The suit is amazing, I just want to repeat that. I really like it."</strong>She smiled.<strong>"I wore this because it's who I am. I have some cute little tops and sexy skirts that I brought but those things are like Friday night, Elsa. She's the girl you take out to a cocktail party or for a romantic dinner. And yes, I get it, that's what this is supposed to be. But you and I have a limited amount of time to get to know each other. I wanted you to meet real me."</strong>She slapped her denim covered thigh.<strong>"This is it, jeans or athletic wear are my clothes of choice. I like a little romance in my life and love cute clothes but I would rather be at the gym or out hiking trails and just generally being active. It's not that I can't sit still, I'm good with that too. A cuddle in bed on a lazy Sunday morning is bliss. But my ideal weekend away from training and work would probably involve backpacking in the alps or taking an off grid trip to some remote village... "</strong>She puzzled for a moment.<strong>"What about you? What do you like to do on your off hours? If you had to tell me something really important about yourself, what do you think I should know? Family, work, where you're from - does it define you? There is so much to ask. But you can skip the favorite color and food parts. As long as your not a total vegan we are good. I'm okay with vegans but you will see me eating meat and some vegans just can't handle that. Oh and I'm not a smoker, so please tell me that you're not a smoker." </strong><br/><br/>Elsa dropped her head to the bar top for a moment and groaned before she started to laugh. Her head came back up with a smile on it, a few strands of hair wildly out of place.<strong>"It's okay you can laugh at me."</strong>She let out another chuckle.<strong>"This is so hard, I didn't give it enough thought about where to start. I'm terrible at dating in the wild and this is basically blind dating. I don't even know your last name. I'm Elsa Nilssöm by the way. Born in Stockholm and currently living in London for my training."</strong>She motioned with her hand a gesture for him to go. She glanced over at the bartender and gave him a smile too because at this point he was no doubt enjoying the private show he was getting. And how weird it must be for him to have such a private intimate view into someone's awkward first date moments.<br/><br/>When Elsa had placed her head on the bar top then came back up her arm and hand were now resting only a short distance from Mark's. Her whole body was tilted in just a little closer to him. She had uncrossed and crossed her legs as well to shift her hips into the lean. If her words hadn't made it obvious that she was attracted to him, her body language would make it clear. Unless of course he was just terrible at picking up signals, only time would tell.<br/>