<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</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>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Hamilton, NZ<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>4 July, 2019, Evening- Post competition<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Elsa<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa/Open<br/><br/>Owen chuckled at Elsa’s intimation that they might work their way through the totality of the bottle before the producers could intervene. He wasn’t sure how likely that would be, but given that they were on their own for the evening, maybe the mobile crew that traveled with them would be a touch more permissive.<br/><strong><br/>“Well, we’ll see just what we can get away with in that regard, won’t we, Elsa?” </strong>He smiled as he said it, finding that he liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, though he wasn’t sure how well it came off with his accent. The idea that they could get away with it gave him a small rush. That she felt bold enough to suggest it made him smile and appreciate what he was seeing as a very fiery, take-what-she-wants spirit.<br/><br/>He was taking a slow sip of his wine as Elsa fired off her questions at him. Like her, he was grateful for the chance to get to know her a bit better without all the noise and constant ‘on-ness’ of being at the villa. As he swallowed, a gentle smirk crossed his lips, almost bemused at the way she suddenly went into fact-finding mode about him.<br/><br/>Not that he didn’t appreciate it. More that it took him a moment to get his thoughts together around the barrage of questions. Further than that, he wanted to make sure he posed a few questions back to her. Satisfied that she’d paused to give him room to speak, he slowly lowered his glass to the table and looked around to see if anyone was going to stop him from topping it off. He reached a hand out to grasp the bottle at the neck and started to pour a bit more for each of them and started to respond.<br/><strong><br/>“Okay, first one: I think my best quality is that I try to be patient and empathic to others. I don’t always do well with it, but I at least try to keep in mind how important that can be. Artists that I’m ashamed to say I enjoy? Well, I admit that I really enjoy Billie Eilish, though it’s not normally the kind of music I get into. Almost a little too ‘pop that’s trying not to be pop’, if you know what I mean. And, most important to me? God, that’s a hard one. I think I’m giving you two answers: One, honesty-being able to say what you mean and follow through on a commitment. Two? Someone who wants to get growing and learning and getting better as a person.” </strong><br/><br/>He smiled, then took a breath.<strong>“Okay, that was a long answer.”</strong>Owen chuckled and lightly shook his head.<strong>“Now, you have to answer all the same questions, out of fairness, and, I’ll add: What’s the best book you’ve read lately? Or do you not enjoy books?”</strong><br/>