<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VnMGOo9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Hamilton, NZ<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dinner date on the beach.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured- Lightweight chocolate-brown slacks, white linen shirt, summer blazer<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cassie<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney Clark<br/><hr/><br/><br/>On the list of odd circumstances that Owen had encountered over the course of his dating history, being invited on a date while laying in bed with another woman and subsequently accepting the invitation had to be high up in its uniqueness. He was certainly aware of the uniqueness of the situation-the presence of cameras, producers and PAs just out of sight had proved a rather omnipresent force of surrealism in the 24 hours or so since Owen arrived at the villa.<br/><br/>That Cassie was also taking a dinner date invitation only added to the oddness of the situation. He’d enjoyed her company in the time they’d had, but, really, how much time had that really been? With the crowd of singles filtering in and out of their conversations, there was a fair chance that he and Delaney might have more 1-on-1 time on their dinner date.<br/><br/>A jeep much like the one he’d taken to the Villa ferried him to the location of the date and left his hair just a touch windblown, though he knew if it got too out of hand a PA would step in and help him fix it. That much had already been promised. By Owen’s estimate, 80% percent of this was for the cameras, 20% for his companion for the evening.<br/><br/><em>Just relax and enjoy the experience</em>a voice in his head whispered.<br/><br/>Delaney was waiting for him just over the crest of the dunes. Of course, she was quite lovely, and looked, by any estimation, as relaxed and casual as a person who’d been on two dates already that day could be. Unsure of just how to handle it, Owen approached and held out his arm, elbow bent at a 45-degree angle.<strong> “Good evening, Delaney. Thanks again for the invite. May I walk you down to the table?” </strong>The whole thing felt stiff and rehearsed, but only because Owen was doing his best to feel as polished and polite as possible in this utterly bizarre setting.<strong>“I’ll do my best, though I’m not sure how long my shoes will last on this sand,” he quipped as they started down the beach. </strong><br/>