<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xRl97yo.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 | 2PM-ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside lounge chair -> Bathroom<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>Logan | OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Left to her own devices, Rhonda had far too much time on her hands to think about her current coupling and everything that was going on around it. She felt that she was doing right by Logan, for the most part. Sure, she had a number of dates, both going rather well with one in particular being more than she could have ever thought possible in the first 24-hours of being on Love Island, but there was no swearing off Logan. Not just yet, at least.<br/><br/>Logan hit his first roadblock a little harder than Rhonda had. At least that was how she read the situation. Delaney may have been more of an enticing prospect to Logan, or perhaps was just playing the game a bit more than JJ or Mark was on Rhonda. Either way, Rhonda came back to the villa each time eager to finally make some time up with Logan while he seemed to ponder his options a bit more.<br/><br/>Settling down on what she wanted out of the so-called relationship, Rhonda thumbed a text Logan while he was out on his bro-date with whichever guys decided to go with him. Messages were shot back and forth, with her becoming more and more impassioned by each one. By the end of it, she was ready to light the entire place on fire. Instead, she tossed her phone at the foot of the lounger in the furthest from gentle manner. There was a brief moment of impressed surprise before she reminded herself that she was not happy. The scowl returned shortly after. Laying back in the chair, she set her glasses over her eyes and crossed her arms again and somehow managed to have an angry nap. That'll set her straight.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/MXcMV-d_2Js/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><br/>A buzz at her feet roused Rhonda [OOC: heh heh heh] from her brief slumber. As she blindly pawed at herself and the lounger for the source, she wondered what made it so easy for her take a nap right then and there. Her lack of sleep the night before? Her early rising for her breakfast date with Mark? Her rather unpleasant texting storm? A little bit of each? Regardless, she did manage to find her mobile and found a text from Logan on it. He requested her presence in the bathroom. Was it too early in their relationship for make-up sex?<br/><br/>Far from giddy and with little else to do, Rhonda took her time getting to the bathroom. She didn't catch the eye of any of the villains as she made her way through the premises but there was no shaking the thought that they all were in on whatever Logan was scheming. Arriving there, she was pleasantly caught off guard. The man of the hour was standing there with a running bath behind him and a bundle of flowers in his hands in front. Logan was far from forgiven, but this was a good start.<br/><br/>"Did you spend all your lunch money on this? I hope so." Rhonda joked as she slowly closed the distance between herself and Logan where he stood. Her eyes moved from candle to candle while she walked until they settled on the final one. A thumb and a finger found her lips, which she licked before reaching out to that final candle to snuff it out. There was no real symbolism or message behind the act. It was just something fun to do.<br/><br/>"You forgot the glass of wine."