<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, early afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Restaurant - Lunch date<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Absolutely none of this felt like a date.  It all felt...off. Right up to and including the moment where he took note of the host leading Grace into the restaurant even before Mark was able to get out of the jeep he had been assigned to.  Of course he needed to let all of this go.  Let the awkwardness go.   This whole thing wasn't going to be easy.<br/><br/>He slipped out of the jeep and without hesitating he slipped his dress jacket off his shoulders, down his arms and held it in one hand.  Proceeding to walk in the direction Grace had been led and waiting for the elevator to return.  While waiting he loosened his tie, untying the knot and slipping it free only to then release the top button...and then the next two.  If he was going to be uncomfortable...he might as well be comfortable.<br/><br/>His nostrils flared as he inhaled slowly and smoothly even as the elevator doors opened and he was encouraged to head towards the patio.  Exhaling smoothly as he took note of the view.  They were up higher than he anticipated and he saw Grace in the outfit she had chosen, framed by a spectacular Majorcan view.<br/><br/>He placed his jacket and tie on a nearby empty table and realized that this is one of those Instagram moments that he had been told about.  An opportunity to take a picture of Grace and the view, or of Grace, him and the view.  Seeing her standing there alone and looking out over the Majorcan countryside there was an urge to not disturb her.  He'd been here for two hours and was ready to snap.  She'd been here for atleast a day.  He wondered if everyone was kindof frustrated.<br/><br/>He left his phone where it was...not bothering to take a picture and not wanting to bother Grace.  Silently he approached and moved to the table that had been set.  Pulling out the chair for her to sit as he spoke,<em>"That is a fantastic view..."</em>