<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/>She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.  That was a good sign.  She was relaxed and not worried about much of anything if she was willing to do that.  Her ease with the situation made him feel at ease as well.  He chewed on a mouthful of the "tortilla" and gave her a close-mouthed, playful grin as she said,<em>"Is it safe to say that the least the two of us are going to get out of this breakfast date is a Canadian alliance!?"</em><br/><br/>He gave her a quick wink of acknowledgement that she hoped she took for agreement and then placed his fork down before resting his elbow on the table and raising his right fist upwards in solidarity.  He chewed and swallowed, nodding his head slightly as she spoke again.<br/><em>"I guess I'll have to declare independence from Britain again before we get too far, huh?"</em>He took a long drink from his glass of juice before letting out a low growl of satisfaction that transformed into him talking.<br/><br/><em>"My father...who wouldn't get confused for a renaissance man any time soon; would still drop the odd pearl from time to time.  One of his was about the British."</em>He met Rhonda's gaze and gave her an amused smile.  His accent changed dramatically to a Northern Ontario cadence.<em>"Deh Brits sent deh very best uv what dey have over to deh colonies eh?  Den dey kept what couldn't cut it back at home eh?"</em><br/><br/>He rolled his eyes slightly to suggest he didn't actually believe what his father said and picked up his fork again.  She had a nice vibe about her and with her admission regarding not being particularly strong with speaking French he figured her for living in or close to Montreal which was about as metropolitan a city as you could get in Canada.  You could walk two blocks in any direction sometimes and encounter three different languages and none of those three were English or French.  He'd had a number of very good times in Montreal.  He collected another piece of egg and potato with his form before looking back to Rhonda once more.<br/><br/><em>"So what's your deal?  Why are you here?"<br/></em>