<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/>"Just okay? You're really bad at getting brownie points." Rhonda pointed a forkful of food at him before turning it back at herself. She popped the morsel into her mouth before taking a moment to read his features. Beard and all, it would be quite the oversight to miss the cheeky grin through it. He went on to defend his non-statement, suggesting that she was among a mass of beautiful women in the villa. She couldn't argue that. The differential was her mentioning her fondness for arms and beards. She couldn't argue that, either.<br/><br/>After a number of bites of their breakfast and a few sips of their drinks, Mark brought up her Canadian heritage. Sort of. In truth, her accent wasn't very much of an accent when she spoke regularly, but there was perhaps enough of it in her butchering of 'tortilla española' that made Mark think about it. Clever boy. Still, the fact that he even knew of either of those places without the slightest of a hiccup meant that her hunch on him being a Canadian was right! Or he just fit the bill for a Canadian lumberjack all too well. Even ironically.<br/><br/>"I'm pretty much the worst Québécois native on the planet." Rhonda said with a laugh. "My French is pretty weak. I grew up with more English-speakers and my mom spoke to me in Vietnamese and what she thought was English. It's a surprise I can even talk to you properly." She looked upwards and stuck out her tongue after poking fun at her mess of a childhood. Language wise.<br/><br/>"Is it safe to say that the least the two of us are going to get out of this breakfast date is a Canadian alliance!?"  There was a smidgen of national pride tacked on to the last part of that statement. "I guess I'll have to declare independence from Britain again before we get too far, huh?"