<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>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><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>Taking Mark's hand in the most lady-like way she could she shook his hand. Part of her wanted to just grab it and shake it like a business deal, a real bro-shake but she opted to keep it a more dainty finger shake. Her father had always told her that shaking on a deal was a way to cement a partnership. She had no interest in letting their date turn into any sort of a business arrangement or turning into Mark's bro. In fact, she decided that she would take this opportunity to impress that point on him.<br/><br/>As she shook Mark's hand, she curled a finger on her other hand and motioned for him to come closer. Her smile was warm and inviting. If he leaned in, she would lean forward as well and kiss him on the cheek. If not, she still planned on patting him on the chest and trying to continue to hold his hand for a moment instead of letting this just be a friend zone handshake. Only time would tell how he was going to react to any of that. She hoped he didn't pull away. Either choice he made she was going to point it out verbally.<br/><br/>Elsa laughed lightly,<strong>"A handshake is far to formal. But it is very nice to meet you, Mark from Canada. I hope I haven't said or done anything that put me into the friend zone already?" </strong><br/><br/>The bartender slipped their drinks over onto the bar next to them, a couple small shot glasses of off color vodka with a spiced herbal aroma. He seemed to be doing his best to avoid being in the camera shots. Elsa responded with a brief,<strong>"Gracias."</strong>Turning to the bar, she picked it up smiling back at Mark.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you familiar with snapsvisa? Back home we always sing or chant a little song before drinking Akvavit. It is Helan Går... This means basically bottoms up."</strong>Elsa smiled before she quietly sang her song with soft melodic Swedish words.<br/><em><br/><strong>♫ Helan går<br/>Sjung hopp faderallan lallan lej<br/>Helan går<br/>Sjung hopp faderallan lej<br/>Och den som inte helan tar<br/>Han heller inte halvan får<br/>Helan går ♫</strong></em><br/><br/>Elsa looked into Mark's eyes and took a sip of her Akvavit Vodka (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a0/Aquavit_Schweden.jpg) it had that familiar taste of home, then she finished in a sing song voice.<em><strong>♫ Sjung hopp faderallan lej. ♫</strong></em>She blushed, her shoulders shaking as she laughed.<strong>"Skål."</strong>She raised the little glass took another sip.<strong>"For Pappa and for my new friend, Mark."</strong>With one more slightly larger drink she finished off the shot glass.<strong>"The song sort of means that the one who doesn't drink the first snaps won't get the second one either."</strong>Her head shook an apologetic no as she agreed with the songs lyrics although she had a broad grin on her face to accentuate the playful nature of the lyrics.<strong>"Of course if you heard my brothers sing it, it would be much louder and very rowdy. Because the boys are always more enthusiastic." </strong>She didn't ask him any questions this time, instead she choose to leave a silent pause hang in the room to let him talk and see where he might lead the conversation. At this point she was starting to worry that she was talking to much, nervous habits.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>