<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/><br/>Out of everything she had shared with him, speaking to him about what she believed in was possibly one of the times she could truly feel his eyes on her.  He fixed her with a focused intensity...his blue eyes seeming clear...bright and unwavering as she shared with him one of the most intimate aspects of her life.<br/><br/>When she finished and asked him about how he feels about the subject...he gave her a small, almost shy smile.  A first date wasn't the place for him to share how he feels about religion...but he had asked her so it would be unfair if he just decided not to share with her.  Still he was pretty recalcitrant when it came to organized religion...verging on militant.  He didn't want to upset her.  She could see that he was thinking after she asked him...thinking for quite some time before he simply leaned down and in towards her.<br/><br/>He took care of his beard, both an oil he was happy with as well as conditioner.  It wasn't nearly as bristly as she might have expected when he placed a firm kiss against her smooth, warm cheek.<em>"I think..."</em>, he spoke in a low, warm tone.<em>"That if everyone was as reasonable and accepting as you are when it comes to belief...that half of the world's problems would disappear overnight."</em><br/><br/>He straightened and helped himself to a generous mouthful of the gazpacho, appreciating the cold temperature compared to the heat of the day.  Swallowing a moment and then lifting his hand, lightly pressing the back of his hand to his lips, a subtle...or possibly not so subtle way to wipe his lips before lowering his hand and speaking.<br/><br/><em>"So breaking up with your boyfriend on television..." </em>, he gave her a playful grin.<em>"That's pretty savage."</em>While she didn't know him, he hoped she could see by his grin and his amused tone that he wasn't judging.  In fact...the best thing about modelling in California the last six months was that it exposed him to a lot of behaviour he had never witnessed or experienced before.  He found that he was less likely to judge people on things...well...some things.