<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manchester, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Rhonda<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Rhonda</em>| Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“It’s a good thing that there are no judges here then, innit?” Logan lightheartedly replied back, chuckling. His brows raised when she pointed her chip at him. He mockingly leaned in as if he were about to take a bite out of it, but she pulled it away just in time. Her remarks about Christmas only made Logan miss it a little more. “We should do a Christmas in July, or something.” Logan mentioned, just speaking his thoughts aloud. Because, why not?<br/><br/>He laughed when Rhonda called him a cheater, her voice amplifying to the point that she was bound to garner the attention of others in the process. “But I want to hear yours first.” He shrugged, as if that was cause for breaking the rules. “Besides, it’s not an official game is it?” He acted like he was about to fall over when she shoved his shoulder, dramatically angling backward and flailing his arms as if he were about to fall backward.<br/><br/>Fixing himself and sitting the right way again, Logan paid attention to Rhonda’s answer as she delved into talking about… Mexican food and murder? He made a face and then shook his head, as if to advise her not to question things like that where the producers were still monitoring their every move. Before they knew it, this reality TV show they were on could take a serious turn.<br/><br/>She mentioned a fair where there would be little snacks and games and rides and the like. He nodded as she described it. “Right, right. That would be a good date,” he agreed. Then she mentioned that date nights shouldn’t be the same old boring thing. “Definitely,” he nodded again. “It’d be fun to do something new together. Like, something that neither of you have done before, but you sign up to do it together. Doesn’t have to be wild like hangliding, maybe just a cooking class.” He shrugged.<br/><br/>“Well I guess that pretty much is my answer to the same question,” he laughed. Rhonda asked her next question and then even went to the liberty of answering to allow him a bit of time to ponder. Her story made him laugh, despite not being able to relate. He’d have to be fluent in another language first. And he simply wasn’t. “Reminds me of in the Sims when you can choose to insult someone by implying their mother’s a llama.” He kept chuckling a bit longer.<br/><br/>“Erm, for me I think it went back to this one time on an interview for a job at a local newspaper. I told myself it was the best job any writer could ask for so I really hyped myself up for it, you know? Anyway, so the guy asked me to give me three words that described *Logan.*” He deepened his voice when he said his own name, like the interviewer had done, as if announcing something noteworthy.<br/><br/>“So I said: Well, I’m a man… And my name is Logan… And I’m a writer.” He chuckled, shaking his head already. “The guy didn’t explain any better but asked me again for three words that described me. I was baffled, thinking the choices I picked were okay. So I carried on and said that I was an award winning writer. He asked which awards I’ve won.” Logan leaned in to Rhonda, sharing a secret. “I’ve won none.” He leaned away again, chuckling. “So, I made up a name and accused me of taking the piss.”<br/><br/>He sighed at that memory. “I decided then that freelance was better, anyway.” Logan flashed Rhonda a smile before finishing the sides on his plate. “Right, so, who was your first choice?” He knew he was probably asking a tricky question, but he genuinely was curious. “I mean if every single guy stepped up for you, who would you have picked to couple up with first?” He cocked his head. “You already saw who I stepped up for, so I s’pose you know my answer to this question already.” He stuck his tongue out at her for a second, then smirked.