<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/>He had to admit that the idea of an early Christmas was beyond appealing. Then again, it wouldn’t feel the same without his family. Or his mum’s cooking. But, maybe it’d still be passable. Rhonda certainly seemed to think it sounded fun. Though, when she brought up presents - first he laughed at the comment about the guy in leather - Logan had to wonder if they’d be allowed an opportunity to go and spend money to buy gifts for one another.<br/><br/>“To be fair, I think everyone would be happy with a tropical shirt. Tis the season!” He added with a wide grin. When he considered what it was that he would get for Rhonda, he paused. His first thought was some sort of perfume or jewelry but honestly, he had no idea what her tastes were. What if he wound up buying her something that she absolutely hated? Maybe a scarf was better? Or was that an utterly lame gift?<br/><br/>“Really?” Logan was dumbfounded to hear that Rhonda hadn’t played the Sims in a long while. “They keep adding more and more things to it like they want to become the be-all-end-all of PC games.” He tried to remind himself to reel it in before he came off a bit too nerdy. “But, you can’t only make your Sims good and friendly, sometimes you have to throw a wrench in there, too.” He chuckled as he thought back to creating characters for the game.<br/><br/>Their conversation worked back to the matter at hand and Rhonda had to answer the question as to who had most caught her eye. If the tables had been turned and she was the one told to step forward for the guy or guys she wanted to pair up with. He looked at her expectantly, almost trying to silently convey that he knew he’d hear someone else's name and that was fine. Rhonda looked around at the other guys, as if she had to remember them to answer.<br/><br/>Logan couldn’t help thinking that meant there was no one else there who had really stood out to her. And then Rhonda said that it was just him, because he was her kind of different. Logan wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but he thought he had a general idea, and he liked how it sounded. He grinned down at her. “Right, you’re just saying that to win points with me,” he teased, obviously not being serious about it.<br/><br/>Rhonda had looked away for a moment, eyeing up the other couples, it seemed. Some of them had already dispersed from the backyard altogether. It was that realization which made him wonder if it was getting late. He had to admit he was feeling rather tired between the flight and the trip. Logan laughed at Rhonda’s next question, specifically at how she chided herself for it. “I’ll be honest, and maybe this is a big faux-pas for us writers, but I’m not a big reader either.”<br/><br/>He shrugged his shoulders. “I buy books constantly, I just don’t seem to make the time to sit down and read them all. That being said, though he’s a right bellend, I do call myself a fan of George R. R. Martin.” Logan wasn’t sure if Rhonda knew who that was. Many people didn’t before the HBO show came out. “He wrote Game of Thrones.” Logan smirked at Rhonda. “Anyway, I always make it a goal of mine, every year, to read more.” He shrugged. “For some reason it’s difficult, though. I s’pose I’d rather write than read.”<br/><br/>Logan shrugged again, taking his final swig of water. “Are you feeling like it’s time to be off for Bedfordshire?” Just in case the translation was lost, he laughed quietly and corrected himself. “Er, off to bed for the night?”