<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oSyF2xi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Montréal, Québec, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Super Early Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beachy Breakfast with Mark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://i.imgur.com/lQTI8xH.jpg), with red framed heart shaped sunglasses, plain ol' black flip-flops<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rhonda often hated being in the backseat of cars. It always lulled her into thinking that she was going to get the chance to rest her eyes and sleep on long road trips but it never ever worked out that way. She always thought that her falling asleep would make the driver fall asleep and then they would drive off a cliff into the ocean and be forgotten forever because that's exactly what you deserve when you fall asleep in a car. She'd gladly risk death and fall asleep in this jeep, however, after being woken up at a near ridiculous hour in order to be driven to another beach locale.<br/><br/>Before her lunch date with JJ, Rhonda crossed paths with Mark. There wasn't much time for the two to catch up in that moment, with the girl only just acknowledging that they had a breakfast date the next day and that she would be glad to be sitting across the table from him. She knew very well that she couldn't, but boy did she wish she could have told him and Love Island to go fuck themselves so she could turn over in her bed and sleep some more.<br/><br/>Alas, Rhonda was here, barely awake, her hair a bit of a mess from her rushed job in getting ready for the date. She still dressed nice, as far as she could tell. For all she knew there was a single sock stuck on her back and she had forgotten to put on anything underneath the dress. A hand reached behind her while the other ran along her hip and waist. Negative on both accounts.<br/><br/>The jeep arrived at its destination with a sleepy Rhonda slipping out of it. She didn't wait for the jeep to drive off like she had on her first date at the beach, instead walking right for the water and the camera crew. A few deep breaths of the ocean breeze and the sight of the crashing waves did wonders for her mood. The sight of couches made of sand stirred her curiosity. A somewhat dejected looking Mark taking in the view piqued her interest.<br/><br/>"Oh, hi Mark!" Rhonda said as she stepped up beside her breakfast date. She purposely repeated the greeting she had given him when they first encountered each other. There was a bend in her hip to get on level with the seated Mark, who looked to be dressed far more comfortably than when she spotted him in the foyer of the villa. "I hope we don't make a habit of meeting this early. Like, holy. I can't remember the last time I saw a sun rise."<br/><br/>Her interest in the sun rise only just beat out her amazement in couches made of sand. Who thinks to make couches out of sand? Rhonda thought they were brilliant. She thought to ask Mark if he knew who made them, but with how content he seemed to be to look out at the ocean, she didn't want to spoil it with a silly inquiry.