<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</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>1 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Rhonda<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Rhonda</em>| Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“I doubt you will,” Logan reassured Rhonda when she mentioned living up to those dull moments. “I wouldn’t have stepped forward if I thought that,” he grinned down at her, genuinely. And it was true. She looked far from dull to him. He chuckled when she practically sang her agreement about his suggestion for food. “Good, let’s have at it!” He led the way, eagerly.<br/><br/>Logan’s grin became even wider when Rhonda took one of his hands into her own when they intended to head over for their food. His fingers laced between hers rather easily, curling around her hand because his digits were so much larger. He took a moment when they were walking over to appreciate how she looked in her dress. For a moment he was dumbfounded that there weren’t more guys stepping forward for her. Then again, that was their loss and his gain, wasn’t it?<br/><br/>In line for the food, he allowed her to go in front of him. He grabbed an electric blue plate and filled it with plenty of food but mostly a huge pile of crisps and guac. A chuckle escaped him when he saw that Rhonda had been scooping an unearthly amount onto her plate as well. Ah, so that was one thing they had in common, apparently. He continued to follow her down the rest of the spread, taking a water bottle from a tub of ice and pocketing it. At the end of the line someone was handing out their Love Island phones.<br/><br/>“Here, I’ve got it.” Logan took Rhonda’s phone and then his own, before heading over to the table that she had picked out for them. It was bound to get more people joining it, but Logan was alright with that. He set his things down, slid Rhonda’s phone across the table to her and sat himself down beside her, angling his body so that he was facing her a bit better. “Right. Let’s tuck in!” He declared, grabbing one of his many lime wedges and squeezing it over his own fish taco. He glanced at her, sure he was seeing her salivating over it for a moment. “Did you want a wedge?” Logan chuckled, offering her one.<br/><br/>“Right, so, I suppose we should start with our surnames. Mine’s Thurston. Logan Thurston. And I’d like to know yours, if you don’t mind.” He pulled his water bottle out of his pocket and twisted it open, before taking a big gulp. “By the way, I’m rather an open book, so feel free to ask me anything. But, just know that I’ll fully expect you to answer all the same questions that you ask me.” He chuckled, giving her fair warning. “I do believe it’s a little game called 20 questions.”