<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5279.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Brighton, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach date; breakfast<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg) and these wedges (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3112840_628182.jpg?w=560)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JJ<br/><br/><hr/><br/>To be honest, Grace hadn’t expected JJ to pull her chair out for her before she sat in it. When he did, she released a bit of a surprised squeak that was beyond her control. But, she went along with it just the same and obviously thanked him quietly as she lowered herself onto the chair. After scooting in just a bit, she sighed out a gentle breath of air, taking it all in.<br/><br/>His comment about the food was met with a musical giggle from Grace. “You could wish that, but then you’d miss out on loads of flavorful dishes.” She perked a brow at him then held up her hands and moved them up and down, sort of like a scale that was being used to weigh the options. “It is a bit like holiday,” she dropped her hands again. “That’s been my excuse, anyway.”<br/><br/>JJ was first to reach for a bit of food and take a bite. Grace was soon to follow, placing a blueberry muffin on her plate, followed by a bit of fruit and a healthy serving of scrambled eggs. She dug in just when he did, looking him over while she chewed, keeping a smile on her face all the while. Once she’d eaten enough to not be starving anymore, she nodded to him.<br/><br/>“I’ll give you credit. You really know how to pick a good breakfast spot.” She teased. To his remark about vying for attention over crispy bacon and buttery croissants, Grace giggled. “When really it’s these muffins you ought to be worried about,” she joked again, finding that she was actually enjoying herself a bit more than she thought she would.<br/><br/>Then again, there was still time for things to veer off course. Like she’d been suspecting they would. She continued eating, a bit of a lull spreading over the table. It didn’t feel like an uncomfortable silence to her, however. Instead, it reminded her of the sort of lull that came across the table at Christmas dinner. It was the lull that happened when everyone was too absorbed in their food to carry on with their conversation.<br/><br/>But, after that final bite of the muffin top, she turned back to JJ, perking her brows at his next comments. He declared that he knew she wasn’t on Love Island to find a man. Perhaps he didn’t mean for it to sound that way, as Grace realized a moment later that what he was saying was that she didn’t need the help of the show to pick one up. Then he brought up her ‘fame,’ though she hated to use that word, and asked what her intentions were.<br/><br/>She wrinkled her nose a bit, shaking her head. “I’d hardly consider myself famous.” Her head shook. “Blegh, I hate that word to describe me. It feels so… snobby. Or snotty, maybe.” Grace released a short breath. “No, I just enjoyed sharing my outfits online and before I knew it, I had more people following me than I could picture in my head, at one time.” She blinked, still awestruck about it all.<br/><br/>“But I am genuinely here to find someone and to have a new experience.” Her head tilted very slightly, as if her bashfulness was creeping in. “I love to say yes to new things and I believe that a full life is had when one experiences all that life has to offer. At the same time, I learned that I had definitely been making the wrong choices when it came to boyfriends.” Grace took a pause to drink some orange juice.<br/><br/>“So, I’m trying to steer away from those…” she paused to glance at him, an apologetic look on her face. “Bad boy types, and find a truly good guy, this time around.” She let him chew on what she was saying a bit longer. The way that JJ fit into the bad guy trope so perfectly was not hard to miss. Also, the way that Corey seemed to fit into that mold of a good guy all too well, wasn’t difficult to piece together either.<br/><br/>“What about you? What are your intentions with the show?” She coyly asked, her brow raised in a challenge to him.