<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VnMGOo9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Hamilton, NZ<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dinner date on the beach.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured- Lightweight chocolate-brown slacks, white linen shirt, summer blazer<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cassie<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney Clark<br/><hr/><br/>What were any of them thinking? Owen had definitely played this thought around in his mind more than once over the first two days at the villa.<br/><br/>The US part he’d been able to make just from her first words, but was glad for the confirmation. He found that he’d let the glass of wine rest lazily in his fingers as he listened to her further, nodding as she described her propensity to move frequently as a result of her job. “Well, I can certainly relate to the nomadic life-style. Last time I’ve spent more than 2 years in one place I was still in University back in New Zealand.”<br/><br/>The bit about the favorite color? That he filed away. Ditto for the fact that she was a woman of science, and well educated it seemed.<br/><br/>He considered the question. There were answers, more than one, probably. Did Delaney get the full, unvarnished truth as he saw it? Was he going to veil it? Nevermind that the cameras were peering over both of their shoulders to try and capture their words, mannerisms and expressions as they spoke.<br/><br/>With a deft movement of his free hand, he unfolded and dropped a napkin in his lap. “Well, see, I happened to get lost on a bike ride, pulled up in front of the villa and, well…” He smirked, shaking his head at his own bad joke, then continued, “You know, to be honest, I’m probably closer to the end of my playing career than I want to be, and it was pointed out to me that I probably have neglected the personal side of my life the last 12 years or so.”<br/><br/>Owen reached for a small piece of thick-crusted bread and broke a piece off, punctuating the statement with a shrug. “Now, I don’t know that this is the best way to go about making up for lost time, but I felt like I owed myself a different experience. What about you? What’s your excuse?” He queried before popping a torn off hunk of bread into his mouth.<br/>