<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Smoking area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat.  (https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Delaney saw him a half second before her asked to sit and left him stew for a few seconds more in silence before she responded.<br/><br/><em>“Sure, go ahead.” </em><br/><br/>By the time Logan had decided to grace her with his presence, Delaney was in a rather different mindset. There was a part of her that had to work not to be resentful of how this had played out. Not that he had chosen Rhonda per se, but more than he’d engaged in this dynamic of pulling her in then pushing her away, only to rinse repeat.<br/><br/>She didn’t begrudge him his choice, it was how he went about it that put her off.<br/><br/>A million things crossed her mind about how he was right. She did deserve to be someone’s first choice. She deserved someone that would actually make things up to her if they said they were going to, not get her emotions all stirred back up only to redirect for a second time.<br/><br/>She was silent for a long moment and let him speak until he was finished.<br/><br/><em>“Logan,”</em>she said gently,<em>“It’s fine.” </em><br/><br/>It didn’t feel fine, but she wasn’t lying. This wasn’t the first time she’d been rejected, nor would it be the last. The negativity would fade.<br/><br/><em>“I know where we stand.” </em><br/><br/>Delaney breathed a small sigh and drew her sunglasses off.<br/><br/><em>“But this is it.” </em><br/><br/>Her tone didn’t hold any malice despite her struggles, only a painful recognition that there was a boundary here.<br/><br/><em>“The door on ‘us’ is closed.”</em>she confirmed.<br/><br/>Maybe things could have been different if they’d met somewhere else, but it was often her experience that everything happened exactly as it should. She had to keep faith that this was the same and in light of that offered him a small, weathered smile.<br/><br/><em>“Just make sure it’s someone who actually deserves you.” </em><br/><br/><em>“I’ll manage.”<br/></em><br/>