<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EuNIEX.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>3 July, 2019 | Late Morning/Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outdoor Beds<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cassie<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><hr/><br/>Still quietly savoring the piece of chocolate, Owen leaned one hand down on the bed and leaned a bit toward Elsa as she spoke. There was a softness to her voice that caused him to get a bit closer, hopefully not too close for her comfort, given their status as coupled with other residents of the villa.<br/><br/>A small smile curled his lips<strong>“Trust me, after a decade plus, I can hear any number of team trainers getting on my case. Yours must be a real hard-ass,” </strong>he said with a knowing smile.<br/><br/>He continued to focus on her eyes as she relayed the story of how she came to accept the offer to be a part of the Love Island cast.<strong>“I’m real sorry to hear that, sounds like he was a real drongo to treat you like that.” </strong><br/><br/>Owen’s eyebrows raised a bit as she described her background, a slightly bemused smile on his face. Not that Elsa wasn’t fit and toned-- even a cursory look at her figure gave that away pretty easily.<strong>“Right then, fans of the All Blacks you say? From all the way up north? You’ll have to tell me how that came to happen. We don’t get too many fans in this part of the world.”</strong>A thick-fingered paw came out to scoop up the tossed piece of candy. The pile was starting to dwindle a bit now, but Owen didn’t think they were in any danger of exhausting it just yet.<br/><br/><strong>“But yes, I have been on the national team, even rostered on a couple World Cup teams, but didn’t see all that many minutes. As I’m sure you’re familiar, it’s a pretty solid squad.”</strong>Owen shrugged, then leaned in, a bit of a conspiratorial tone taking over his voice.<strong>“Though, I will say, if you want to get one over on the chaps in your family, I could probably get you a real, official All Blacks kit, or a least a jersey.</strong>”<br/><br/>Owen smiled and leaned back again. If nothing else, he was happy to have met someone at the resort that seemed to have an appreciation for the sport he’d made his livelihood at.<br/>