<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/9f6e3a3678c2b7e076a2764cbc8a5f8c/tumblr_nedvcfUwaI1redzfao8_r1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manchester, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach date; breakfast<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit plus hat (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/21/31/58213160dd903a855985962195a515ab--prince-charming-mens-fashion.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Rhonda<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It may have been slightly awkward to go from the villa, where there really weren’t any cameraman visible, let alone chatting with the islanders, to this secluded location where an entire crew was hunched round the table. But in the end, Logan didn’t spend much time paying attention to the camera crew. They may have been in the way and they may have been an eyesore, but ultimately, Logan was decent at ignoring the things that he wasn’t supposed to be looking at.<br/><br/>And, on a date with Delaney… wearing a bikini… well, he had much<em>larger</em>things to try and ignore. Or at least to take secret glances of. His smile was bright and wide when he stepped up to the bench, but more importantly, Delaney. She looked even better haloed in the morning sunlight. “Have you already planned that we’ll be sharing a bed, then?” Logan teased, his following chuckle proving as much. He knew she was using it as an expression on how he looked, rather than something literal. But, he couldn’t help himself either.<br/><br/>He nodded when she agreed to sit down and tuck in. Logan gestured for her to take a seat first, remaining standing until she did so. When he sat himself down beside her, with a few less pillows in their way, Logan reached out for the champagne. Thankfully, someone was kind enough to already get it loose enough that all he had to do was squeeze, and…<br/><br/><strong>Pop!</strong><br/><br/>The cork went flying, probably landing somewhere on the beach, making him laugh as a bit splashed out of the end and wet his fingers. Logan poured one part into each flute, then set the bottle down, and went for the pitcher of orange juice, pouring hers in first, then his last. He was looking at the options of food when Delaney mentioned the coupling ceremony and how wild everything has been thus far.<br/><br/>“It’s been mental.” Logan chuckled again. “Absolutely mental. But then again, I suppose that’s what we all signed up for, innit?” He made a mental note to revisit that question, but first responded to her inquiry, whilst spooning some beans onto his plate, followed by a bit of bacon, a sausage, and some sunny side up eggs. “It was odd, having to choose who to step forward for just based on one look at them. I’ve never actually pursued someone only from looking at them.”<br/><br/>He shrugged his shoulders, gathering some tomatoes and mushrooms onto his plate as well. “If you’d have been part of the original group, I’d definitely have stepped forward for you.” He stopped what he was doing to look at her. “So, tell me why you’ve chosen to come to Love Island. What are you looking for?” He wanted to ask her why she chose him to start her dates off with, but decided against it for now, not wanting to sound like he was only fishing for a compliment. While she responded, Logan started eating big portions, careful not to get anything on his beard.