<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/>He grimaced a moment at her response about her relationship.  It was a misstep on his part.  He never should have brought it up and he felt bad for even joking about it with her.  His lack of experience with this sort of thing showed.  He didn't enjoy coming off like an inexperienced dimwit...particularly with someone he just met like Elsa.<br/><br/>He did not seem to hesitate when she reached out her hand to him.  His larger hand claimed hers and she could feel the unyielding callouses on his hands and in turn he could feel the callouses on her hands, certainly not as pronounced as his but a crossfit competitor doesn't last long with soft hands.  His thumb lightly brushed along the side of her hand as he led her onto the dance floor.  He knew she was small but standing as close to her as he currently was, he realized just how small she was.  She felt his large hand rest firmly but confidently between her shoulder blades as his left hand claimed her right hand, lifting it upwards and holding it out in a traditional fashion.  This would have been a great reason for her to wear heels...or boots...or even duct tape banana boxes to her feet to give her enough height for proper positioning.  His shoulders straightened as his posture transformed before her and he lifted an eyebrow and gave her a small smile.  The band began to play something local...but something slow.<em>"An excellent idea Miss Nilssom and please accept my apology for a bad conversational choice..."</em><br/><br/>He gave her an expectant look and a short, sharp nod of his head.<br/><br/><em>"Now...do you trust me?"</em>