<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Adjusting in her seat, Elsa practically wagged her tail with excitement as she looked him up and down at a glance. She tried not to make it obvious but the little grin that still curled the corner of her lips gave away her approval. Watching him take off his jacket and roll up his sleeves was a bit like watching artwork move, in fact as he revealed more of his arms there was indeed obvious artwork all up his arms and she noticed that it trailed all along his hands as well. His body was a canvas, a chiseled and tall gorgeous canvas. The soft warm lighting of the restaurant contributed to his appearance as it applied a sort of natural sepia tone to all the colors especially giving him a warm tanned tone to his skin.<br/><br/>There was a bit of nervous laughter as Elsa adjusted her hair and looked up at him when responding. Elsa said,<strong>"I'm excited to be here and just really happy you chose me to get to know."</strong>She glanced about.<strong>"They picked a beautiful location. Can't believe we have it all to ourselves."</strong>She couldn't help herself as her eyes went up and down him again before she started to laugh a bit more.<strong>"I'm so nervous and I don't know why... This is a bit like speed dating isn't it? You have x amount of time to ask as many questions as possible but they have to be the right ones and at the same time find some way to catch a spark. No worries there, as my friends in London would say, I fancy you for sure. Good looking boy you are. They certainly did their job of stacking the villa with good looking men."</strong>She put her lips together and took a long breath, a sort of sigh to calm her nerves. It didn't help, she could smell his cologne and part of her wanted to bury her face in chest and just take a deep breath. Damn he smelled good.<br/><br/>Elsa reached her hand out to touch Mark again, this time near his chest where his tie neatly tucked down into his vest.<strong>"I love the suit but you must be melting in it. My father always had a tendency to overdress as well... Do you mind?"</strong>If he let her, she was going to start unbuttoning his vest while talking to him and probably loosen his tie a little. It was perhaps a force of habit from being around men in suits her whole life or perhaps it was because she just wanted to touch him. Maybe she was just fidgety and nervous. He'd probably have to ask her if he wanted to know what she was up to.<br/><br/>Continuing, Elsa said,<strong>"Why don't you just give me the spiel you've probably been telling women all day. Where you from? What do you do? And why did you pick me? And please don't say that you picked me because I was single and it was easy. No girl wants to hear that, even if it is true. Create a pretty lie for me."</strong>