<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/>Mark had stood up with a level of agility that she didn't know existed at this hour in the day. It took her a few seconds to stand up straight herself when he turned to her at full attention. It's going to take her a bit to truly wake up. "Don't worry about the wake up call! Complaining isn't going to help either of us too much. It might even get us kicked out!" She laughed into her hand to try and disguise the yawn that she could feel coming. It probably worked. Probably.<br/><br/>Her stealthy definitely-not-a-yawn continued as Mark went on to compliment her. She was used to it, as vain as that was. What cut her yawn short was him swearing himself off as being bad at this whole dating deal. Instinctively rather than consciously, Rhonda brought her arms up and crossed them, her weight planted on a single leg while the opposite hip popped out a bit as she listened to him. He mentioned Logan and the fact that the Englishman let it be known to him that they were a in a couple. Or was absolutely coupled up. Or were two people hanging around each other. Rhonda cocked a brow at how Mark danced around the subject of Logan but knew where he was getting at.<br/><br/>Mark went on to offer what he called options. Rhonda switched hips and tilted her head the other direction as he went over them. This was a considerably different scene for breakfast than the one that she had in her head. There was more coffee in her version, first and foremost.<br/><br/>"Well, the way I see it..." Rhonda shrugged her shoulders and uncrossed her arms in a single motion. One hand reached up to play fidget with her sunglasses as she thought about how to say what she wanted to say as tactfully as possible. "I'm already here, there's food over there, and we get to learn about each other while sitting on couches made of frickin' sand! Let's forget about everything else for now, eh?"<br/><br/>Not asking for permission, Rhonda moved to the set up that they had made for them. She sat down on the far side, giving Mark the privilege of the couch that was closest to where they were previously standing. A finger prodded at the sand that was beneath one of the cushions. It caved under her touch just a bit, which made her laugh at herself. It was still made of sand, what did she expect?<br/><br/>Finally getting over her amazement with the craftsmanship of sand couches, Rhonda turned herself fully and properly to engage the sand table in front of them. Her eyes scanned the breakfast items one by one, but quickly moved for the coffee carafe that she had been dreaming about earlier. A cup was poured for herself, though she held the carafe up instead of setting it back down. "Coffee, sir?"