<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach date scene type locale thing<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark, linen shorts (navy),<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">linen shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F81%2Fa8%2F87%2F81a88772eb0095f066dedc2b2624e1f0.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>, sandals<br/><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rhonda<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rhonda seemingly gave zero fucks about the process that he had encountered in the villa.  It was nice and he found himself biting his lower lip as she walked away after having decided that she was just going to relax and enjoy herself.  He thought for a moment that this date was going to go the way his date with Grace went when Rhonda crossed her arms but things seemed to be proceeding significantly better.<br/><br/>He followed...moving semi-cautiously as he wasn't quite confident about the couches and everything else being stable but once he settled in.  He made a bit of an impressed face before settling in against the cushions.  Smiling brightly and shaking his head as he refused her offer of coffee.  Motioning slightly with one hand in denial before grabbing the cream and sugar and placing the respective vessels closer to her to use if she needed them.<em>"No thanks...but I will help myself to that..."</em>, his voice dwindled into a growl as he reached for a small chilled pitcher of orange juice.  Pouring himself a glass and placing it nearby as he waited for Rhonda to get her coffee ready as need be, not wanting to drink before she did.<br/><br/>He gave her an amused look.<em>"The glasses are a good look. "</em>, he motioned slightly with his chin towards her before getting distracted by the approach of a person dropping of a steaming plate with what looked like an omelet on it.<br/><br/>"Tortilla...", came the response as it was placed on the surface between two of them.  Mark looked from it...up to Rhonda...and then back to the "tortilla".  He shook his head slightly...a soft laugh spilling from him as he spoke.<em>"I'm...that's not..."</em>, he fixed Rhonda with his blue eyes.<em>"How familiar are you with Spanish cuisine?"</em>