<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xRl97yo.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>Montréal, Québec, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Noonesque<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside lounge chair<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://i.imgur.com/lQTI8xH.jpg), with red framed heart shaped sunglasses, plain ol' black flip-flops<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan [Mentions Delaney] | OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Laying there, ankles crossed over one another with her arms doing much the same over her chest, Rhonda was just beginning to wind down from the chaotic morning. There was chatter around her but none of it registered in her brain as actual words or thoughts. Not bothering to clue into any one conversation was a strange way to find peace that she didn't know existed. Is that why boys always had trouble listening? Are they always searching for this calm? She'd have to try this out more often. Not just yet, though.<br/><br/>Her head tilted and her eyelids fluttered toward the apology that was coming from a foot or so away from her. Logan was sat there, looking rather fresh and raring to go. Looks like the boys can head out on their gathering whenever they wanted. Rhonda made no moves from where she sat, only following Logan with her eyes as he willingly gave her his thoughts about what had happened earlier. She thought he looked like he was genuinely conflicted by Mark's actions, his own, and even her thoughts about what they were. It was endearing, in a way. It's not easy to go one hundred percent on someone he says his feelings for another girl are very much real.<br/><br/>Rhonda was doing her best to have her listening ears on and a neutral look on her face. It was something closer to a Resting Bitch Face than she intended. Logan then asked where her head was in regards to it all, a hand extended toward her as an intimate offering. Like every single time before, she took it. Her arms uncrossed and a hand palmed his. She gripped it firmly enough that she could use the leverage to bring herself up to a seated position. Her legs were practically cradling one of his and it was the sheerest shred of willpower that stopped her from falling into him. There was a desperate, selfish need to find that comfortable nook in Logan but the little devil on her shoulder waving around a flag with Delaney's face on it stopped her. Logan was being respectful and straightforward, as far as she could tell. There was no hiding how he felt toward the other girl. The fact that he is even talking to Rhonda about it all does mean that he cares and wants to see things through. That still doesn't exactly instill a vote of confidence in her mind that they are a sound couple. Strong couples kissed cheeks when asked to do otherwise in competitions, at least.<br/><br/>Sitting there with her legs gently clamped against his, hand in hand, Rhonda thought of ways to express that she was truly there to have fun. A hundred lovely dates with a hundred beautiful people in this weird, fabricated, completely unnatural setting to attract the eyes of millions of people later and she would still want to see how far she could go with Logan if he wanted to, too. Her first two dates were an indication of that, she considered, but Logan seems to be struggling from fully coming back from his first.<br/><br/>Thoughts were going to turn to likely inarticulate spoken words, but Logan had stood up before Rhonda could do so. Perhaps it was for the best as she was still a bit of a space case after the competition. He instructed her to think about it, then left her again by her lonesome on the lounge chair. Previously stewing, Rhonda laid back into her seat with a huff - she was approaching a rapid boil.