<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</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>5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside kitchen seating area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Rhonda</del>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Logan could only think of one word to describe his Love Island experience thus far; tumultuous. After everything that had happened between him and Rhonda, including his recent romantic ploy to get her to forgive him for even thinking about choosing Delaney, what felt like an eternity ago, it proved not to be enough.<br/><br/>In the morning, when he awoke, there was no one beside him. For the first time during his stay in the villa, Logan was the only warm body in his bed. He looked at the empty space beside him for a while, running his hand over the pillow and down the sheets. It felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. Surely this wasn’t really happening, was it?<br/><br/>He checked his phone, alerted to the arrival of some new islanders, a sigh escaping him. The show must go on, he supposed. Even though he felt as if he’d just been broken up with, if he wanted to stay in the villa, he needed to find someone new to make a connection with and hope that it was enough to stick.<br/><br/>It took him longer than usual, but he eventually dragged himself out of bed and took a shower, moving sluggishly for someone who normally considered himself a morning person. Then again, he hadn’t yet poured himself a cup of coffee. After he got himself dressed and freshened up, Logan headed down the stairs and out of the villa proper.<br/><br/>He pushed the backdoor open, realizing that a flock of new people were already in the villa. Logan scratched at his beard before waving to them, managing a very small smile as he made his way to the outdoor kitchen. He began brewing a pot of coffee, making enough for the whole villa to have multiple cups of the stuff, if they so pleased.<br/><br/>Leaning against the bar, he waited for it to finish brewing, just breathing in the aroma of freshly prepared coffee. He collected himself a standard neon green cup and filled it up with the brown juice, adding just a bit of cream and sugar before stirring it all up with a spoon. He set the spoon in the sink when he was finished and walked over to the nearby kitchen table, where he sat.<br/><br/>He brought the mug up to his lips, blew on the surface, then took a sip. “Ahh,” he exhaled a sound of contentment at the taste, licking his lips after the swig.