<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Hamilton, NZ<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>4 July, 2019, Evening- Post competition<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Elsa<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa/Open<br/><br/>Owen found himself nodding along in agreement with Elsa as she spoke about her past relationships. He’d seen first hand over the first few days what appeared to be the blonde’s ‘one type of man’. If there was one thing that Owen felt secure about, it was that he certainly wasn’t that type. On some level, he found this reassuring when considered in conjunction with her words.<br/><br/>That she was so quick to compliment and reassure him about his future showed him something. There was no reason to doubt her sincerity, and Elsa’s willingness to share so much vulnerability about herself told him that she was about as authentic as anyone he’d met so far here at the Villa. He nodded in agreement,<strong>“It’s probably true that I should figure out what I want to do, and not just follow along with my agent’s plans for me. I’m sure, in his mind, he thinks he has my best interests at heart. I also know I’ve put a decent amount of money in his pocket, and that ends if I retire and don’t move onto something else equally lucrative.” </strong><br/><br/>His gaze followed her as she rose, glass in hand. She moved smoothly, with the grace of a woman who was at ease with the moment in which she found herself. As she was talking, he rose and walked to the balcony. With a hip gently brushing hers, he settled in next to her as she finished the thought.<br/><br/><strong>“I admit, I’ve been lucky, I’ve seen, I think, 30 or so countries? I mean, that’s a lot of hotels and practice fields and stadiums, so maybe not the most authentic cultural experiences, but, I’ve met some really great people along the way. Maybe I’ll get back to some of those places along the way.”</strong>He shrugged a bit, “<strong>And there’s more to see, I’m sure, but, I don’t think you could get me some place like North Korea. Not sure I could take that risk just to check a box on a passport.”</strong>Owen laughed a little at himself and ducked his head,<strong>“Then again, maybe I’m too practical.” </strong><br/><br/>Lifting his head, he gave Elsa a warm smile. His empty hand gently stroked down the middle of her back, the first time he’d initiated any real contact with his newly coupled partner.<strong> “For what it’s worth, I think you’ll find yourself that person to share the experience with if you are truly ready for it. And, honestly, The couple times we’ve talked before tonight, I think you’ve seemed pretty ready to lay your soul bare to the person who earns your trust.”</strong><br/><br/>Owen paused, unsure if he should come off with what was sitting in the front of his mind. He held her gaze for a moment, and then gave himself permission.<strong>“I certainly think I might like to be that person, if you don’t mind me saying that.”<br/></strong>