<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><em>&lt;please insert your name here&gt;</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div align="center"><em>... early afternoon in the Villa</em><br/><span class="bbc_u">At Least I'm Tanned</span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>It was sunny, hot, and peaceful. Not exactly the Maldives and Elsa wasn't cuddled up to a cute boy but after another healthy slathering of sunscreen her pale white skin was getting a healthy dose of vitamin sunshine. Since everyone seemed to be coupled up, Elsa defaulted to what she knew, exercising pretty much all morning. She swam laps in the pool for awhile than crawled out and chilled on the sun loungers with a couple of the girls. Not that most stuck around long, they had boys to distract them. Elsa would have probably fallen asleep out there in the sun if her phone didn't blow up. Smiling at the text from Mark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15034190#msg15034190), she responded (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15035564#msg15035564) a little bit quicker than she'd like to admit as a huge wave of relief washed over her. That didn't prevent her from playing it out a bit. She didn't want the hot new guy to think she was to much of a nerd before he got a chance to know her. Her thumbs danced on the phone, rapidly tapping out message after message.  It occurred to her that she was definitely not playing it cool. Not her fault. Of course she had seen the new guy come in, everyone had. The boy was as crazy as Johnny had been trouncing around in a suit, worse yet, it was a 3 piece. Elsa had looked down at herself, now dressed in a white bikini and wondering if the boys had received the same memo as the girls. Either way, he sure did look good in that suit. There might have been a small squeal of excitement that escaped her lips during the time span she was typing responses to him but she wasn't going to confess to it.  At least not until he immediately responded (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15035579#msg15035579) to her. She definitely let out a burst of noise that would be described by most as an excited squeal when his last text came in. Elsa was grinning at the text like some school girl that had just received a note from a boy. Half collapsing back onto the lounger she let out a breath that she had not realized she was holding all day. The tension drained from her shoulders.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>... early that evening</em> <br/><span class="bbc_u">I Don't Want to Miss A Thing</span></div><br/>Grappling with the concept of appropriate date attire, Elsa went through her wardrobe. She knew what the show wanted her to wear, one of several micro skirts, body con dresses, and/or the tight cute little tops she had. They wanted sexy and girly. This was probably going to be one of those wine and cheese affairs where they give them some watered down wine, a bit of stale bread, and not much else. That's how it went on the other seasons she'd watched. You know it was always the same, make it look good, have banter, show him some leg, and make sexual innuendos. Just the norm. Glancing over her shoulder to the camera that was mounted up in a corner Elsa stuck her tongue out at it and gave the inanimate thing a playful wink. Picking out her clothes, she got dressed, did her hair and makeup before heading out to go join the jeep or car for her ride out to dinner with Mark.<em>#DefyingExpectations</em><br/><br/>Stepping out of the villa in track shoes, faded ripped jeans, and a white top that made the production assistant stare for a moment. He stood beside the jeep that he'd come in with, holding onto the roll bar. Was he ogling her? Probably not. He'd just expected her to show up in a dress of some kind. That's why he had ordered a car to take her. But the driver of the jeep, a dark complicated older man was not staring for the same reason as his boss was. Elsa just smiled at them both,<strong>"I don't want to be late, we should probably get going."</strong><br/><br/>It turned out that the chase car had broken down, so in order to get the footage they wanted they all had to get into one car... which was late. In fact, it had not shown up yet and the production assistant was red faced. But there was a jeep still there, his. The two camera guys, a hair/make up artist,  and a girl with a boom mic stared at the production assistant. "Fuck," he cursed. "No way, they are going to kill me... oh fuck my life this is really happening. Fine, everyone quick we need to get going." The local driver, the production assistant, two camera operators, and a girl with a boom mic all crammed into the four door jeep, the make up artist crammed into the back with the load of equipment. Last in was Elsa, there was no way they were all going to fit. The production assistant made some suggestions, offered up his passenger seat but while he was yammering on and on about stuff. Elsa crawled in and sat on one of the guys laps.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://st.motortrend.ca/uploads/sites/5/2018/01/2018-Jeep-Wrangler-Sahara-Unlimited-front-side-view-accelerating.jpg?interpolation=lanczos-none&amp;fit=around%7C392%3A261)</div><strong>"I'm good,"</strong>Elsa said.<strong>"Let's go!"</strong>She slapped the side of the front seat and laughed. The man who's lap she sat on laughed nervously as well.<br/><br/>"I'm going to get fired," the production assistant lamented.<br/><br/>Hurriedly rushing out of the villa grounds and speeding past some stunned looking security they took off at a good pace. In hushed tones the production assistant was speaking with someone named Phoebe on the phone and giving location and speed. The driver gave him an estimated time of arrival. They were going to make it on time or near enough. His career may yet survive.<br/><br/>The jeep pulled up, some nervous looking crew outside the restaurant poured out looking for obviously more than one vehicle. They watched in what could be described as stunned horror as all the doors opened up and the back popped open as well. One by one, driver spilled out, production assistant hopped out and ran over to go talk to the now infamous Phoebe. A girl with a boom mic popped out, slapped it back together in a hurry. The makeup girl jumped out the back and started hauling her kit out along with a couple big cases that probably contained camera lighting. And out the sides spilled the camera men, one of them with a petite blond Swedish woman in his lap that he very carefully allowed to slide off and onto her feet. Three ring circus would be the first words that sprung to many a mind as they watched all manner of body and equipment tumble out into the parking lot. By this time they had all became good friends of course just like any who spent at least twenty minutes crammed into that tight of a space together. If anyone was listening to them as they pulled up they probably would have heard them all singing in chorus. A keen audiophile may have recognized the song as Aerosmith's I Don't Want to Miss a Thing, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss0kFNUP4P4) or at least a vague rendition of it.<br/><br/>With that tune playing in her head, Elsa walked into the restaurant. Entering the door, lights shone onto her face like she was walking on stage at a rock concert. Rows of lights queued up and flooded her from below and sides, they even turned on a mobile fan unit to catch her golden locks drifting in the artificially created breeze. With that golden walk on moment filmed they dulled down the lights and she could now see her date standing there looking as dressed up as always. He looked fantastic, tall, handsome, ruggedly good looking, and his eyes had a little hint of anticipation. It might have been exhaustion in his eyes, she couldn't really tell but Elsa's imagination was running in the positive direction at the moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Hi Mark,"</strong>Elsa said with her characteristic Swedish lilt.<strong>"Thanks for inviting me."</strong>She walked up to him and laughed a little, reaching out to pat him on the arm. "Let's take a seat at the bar?" She didn't wait for a response instead going over and hopping her tush right up onto the stool. She crossed her legs and waited for him to join.<br/>