<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/>While Rhonda gave him her surname, he was prepared to nod in response. However, the taste of the guac hit his tongue first and instead of offering a simple nod of understanding, he released a sort of appreciative groan, undoubtedly at the authentic flavor. Thankfully, despite the rush of deliciousness washing over his taste buds, Logan had still been paying enough attention to Rhonda to pick up on something that many others might have let slip.<br/><br/>“Your mother’s maiden name is Nguyen?” He pondered for a moment, looking her over a little closer. “Is she Vietnamese?” That would certainly explain the very unique look and beauty that Rhonda held. When she questioned his English origins, he chuckled aloud and nodded. “Guilty as charged. I’m from Manchester. Lived there all me life, actually.” He grinned, deciding to reveal a little more, though she hadn’t asked. “This is my first proper holiday out of the UK.”<br/><br/>He sputtered a bit to correct himself. “Well, not holiday, but you know what I mean. It’s my first time crossing the pond.” He took a few bites of his fish taco, again groaning aloud at the delicious flavor. “Sorry,” he realized he was being a bit louder than he should’ve been. “I quite like food.” He confessed, laughing sheepishly. Taking a break to drink some more of his water, he cocked his head at her response to the game he offered up.<br/><br/>Her first question was about his age. Logan smirked at her guess. “Ah, so the beard must age me slightly. You’re close but I’m 26.” He didn’t look offended whatsoever. On the contrary, he thought it was usually better to be thought of as older than he really was. She revealed that she was 22 before guessing his age. That was a small age gap, nothing he thought much of, to be well honest.<br/><br/>“My turn, is it?” He thought for a moment. “Right, so, what is your favorite way to end the day, normally?” He let her contemplate for a bit while he thought about his own answer. “For me, it’s all about getting some writing done that I’m genuinely proud of, then kicking back with a cold beer, a homemade meal and ideally, someone to share it all with.” He took the last few bites of his fish taco while waiting for Rhonda’s reply, still careful not to spill into his beard.