<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</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>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>Jacket, vest and tie are off (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br/><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She moved so quick with her conversation points.  It was like she was a gorgeous little pixie zipping and zapping about the room.  He had to bite his lower lip to keep from laughing quietly in amusement.  She was close enough to be touching him again however.  Her small hand felt against his back as she rubbed at him and considering how the previous date went, he was grateful that she felt comfortable enough with him to put her hands on him.  The lingering touch of her fingers on his hip didn't go unnoticed and not for the first time he thought about leaning in to kiss her busy and pleasantly curved lips.<br/><br/>He grinned as she gave him a hard sell on Sweden as well as mentioning her brothers only to follow up with questions about eating and dancing.  He had nodded his head slightly and was just about to speak when food arrived promptly and was placed in front of them on the top of the bar.  A still steaming plate of crispy, fried patatas bravas with an artistic distribution of a bright red and a bright green sauce applied across them.  There was a wooden platter of charcuterie that consisted mostly of iberico ham and manchego cheese as well as two bowls of bright green gazpacho.  Mark's eyebrows lifted in surprise before motioning with his hand towards the food and nodding his head to Elsa.<br/><br/><em>"After you..."</em>, figuring she might get started with eating, he could fill in the gaps of conversation as she helped herself.<em> "So I assure you.  They're not afraid to criticize you if you're half-naked, fully naked or fully clothed. Modelling is an absolutely brutal and ruthless business...at least in my experience."</em>, he gave her a small smile and thought back to some of his experiences before his eyes brightened and he continued.<em>"You don't have to sell me on Sweden, Elsa.  I have a degree in Natural Resources Management.  I know all about Sweden being a global leader in sustainable forestry and I wish other countries were as switched on as Sweden is.  You guys do such a good job with managing your lakes and rivers as well and..."</em>, he paused.  Pressing his lips together and realizing he is talking too much shop and instead gave her an embarrassed smile.<br/><br/>He reached out to grab a fork and smoothly popped one of the crispy, heated potatoes into his mouth.  Chewing quickly to cool it down, savouring the spicy sauce, giving a small smile of approval as he swallowed.  Taking a step close so that Elsa's knee rested against his hip.<br/><br/><em>"So.  Boarding school.  Are you religious Elsa?  Would you consider yourself devout?"</em>