<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.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>Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019 - Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan, mentions Devon | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rhonda beamed at the idea of Christmas in July. She'd do Christmas everyday if she could. Maybe the music can stay in December, though. "That'd be so much fun! I don't know if I want to be gift exchanging with everyone here, though. I think that one guy in the leather jacket would give me a dead pigeon and then flash the horns or something. I'd get him a tropical shirt." She tilted her head slightly to one side, looking over Logan as she thought for a moment about what she'd get him. A nice pair of warm socks, she decided, though she didn't say it out loud.<br/><br/>Mexican food and murder, aside from sounding like an interesting crime drama, caused Logan to contort his lovely features to convey disapproval. She wondered if she was offside in anything that she had said. Nothing came to mind at the start, though as she spoke about her ideal date and he acknowledged every statement positively, she caught sight of the microphone that was hanging off of him. She briefly looked down at her own when the thought crossed her mind that TV producers probably wouldn't like her inferring that this was going to end awfully. That wouldn't make the final cut, right?<br/><br/>As Logan went on about what he would consider an ideal date, Rhonda listened with an elbow on the table and her chin rested on her palm. Her self-proclaimed boring brown eyes never left his captivating blues as he spoke about doing something new with someone as a date. She nodded in agreement, though it seemed to last a little longer than it should have for what he had said. Her mind was changed about her Christmas gift for him. A cookbook would definitely be better than a warm pair of socks. Maybe he'd get both if he was on the nice list.<br/><br/>A small laugh left Rhonda's lips when Logan referenced the Sims. "Oh, wow! I haven't played that game in years. I've always played nice with my sims and never made enemies, so I didn't even know you could call someone's mama a llama." She giggled again as she thought about how she'd spend hours just remaking herself in the game just to have the sim do things she'd never do. Days upon days of just reading books to learn how to make a rocket ship? Workout constantly to keep the trimmest figure? Go fishing? Okay, Sim Rhonda. Settle down.<br/><br/>Logan brought them both back to the villa backyard by answering her latest question in their game. She continued to listen from her perch on the table, nodding along to his story wordlessly to let him know that she was being attentive. His announcer voice and the mention of three words reminded Rhonda about their own interview for this show. She recalled her own three words for each of the three scenarios during the process, then wondered what his were. She'd get there.<br/><br/>During his storytelling, Logan leaned into her. Rhonda instinctively tensed up, thinking that he was taking a break from his recollection by sneaking in a kiss. She wouldn't have minded in the slightest if he had, though her idea of their first one wasn't within the first hour of meeting. Who does that? He instead confessed his empty trophy cabinet and retreated back into his seat. Rhonda laughed then, in part at the conclusion of the story but mostly just to forget about her strange moment of anxiety. Thinking more on the potential Christmas present helped. It was now a cookbook with more words and stories than pictures.<br/><br/>"My first choice...?" Rhonda said as she thought about how to best answer Logan's newest question. It didn't really occur to her that she did have it easier by choosing one of two people that stepped forward for her. Logan had to step forward for anyone he felt he had a connection with, physically, within the first sighting of them. He even had to do it twice having not been chosen the first time! From where the two of them were sat, Rhonda shifted in her chair so that she could look over the villa's backyard. Her gaze shifted from one couple to the next, not spending very much time on each as she briefly considered who else she would step forward for in the group of men. "You're going to hate this answer, because you won't believe me, but I think it was always going to be you, Logan." Rhonda turned in her seat again to look over the better half of Rhogan. "Going by just looks, everyone had a bit of something different. Your different is my kind of different." It made sense to her.<br/><br/>Rhonda's attention was drawn away from Logan for a moment. Her neck craned from where she sat to look over the couples to see where they were at for the first night. Some were still eating, a couple was even swimming, and a number of them were oddly unaccounted for. Did they go to bed? Rhonda was perfectly content sitting here with Logan, though would gladly follow his lead if he thought otherwise. "Hmm... Okay, Mr. Writer, who is your favourite author?" She smiled at him, pleased as punch to incorporate his story into her next question, though she played herself a little bit. She wasn't the biggest reader out there. "I'll be honest! I don't get the chance to read very often. The last thing I read was a book called<em>A Man Called Ove</em>. I don't even remember the author and I read it for school... Wow, what a great question, Rhonda!"