<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EuNIEX.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>3 July, 2019 | Late Morning/Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Competition #1<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cassie<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><hr/><br/>Owen popped the small piece of chocolate into his mouth and worked it over his tongue, letting it melt as he listened to Elsa’s story. It was amusing, and told with the warmth of a woman who enjoyed interacting with other people, even in a random moment of mistaken identity like the one she described. There was something in that that Owen appreciated. From his years of playing as a pro and on his national team, he’d worked any number of camps for kids, and found that there was a a lot that could be learned about a person by how they treated those kids.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, it’s good on you for letting that little girl have her little bit of princess worship while she could still enjoy it,”</strong>Owen said with a smile that was only partially about the story. With Elsa’s rather obvious ogling of him, he felt both flattered and a bit relieved that he could infer that she wouldn’t have minded had she caught him giving a pretty thorough once-over on the first evening during the arrivals and coupling.<br/><br/>He stayed sitting upright as she laid back on the mattress. The heat of the sun was growing, though they were partially shaded from it still.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, truth be told, I have a bit of a sweet tooth. Carried over from my childhood, I guess. The national team trainer, he’s especially hard about ‘no sugar’, but I tend to find myself sneaking it here and there when I feel like I need it. So, I guess I recognize a kindred spirit.” </strong><br/><br/>He chuckled at the thought, as though he’d amused himself with it.<strong>“I came here because I needed to do something different. I needed to see if I could even do something like this-be on TV all the time. My agent wanted me to broaden my horizons, said I wouldn’t have much of a life after playing if I didn’t start thinking about life outside of playing.” </strong>Owen shrugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t really know what to make of a lot of what had happened since he’d arrived, but he was enjoying Elsa’s company in this brief interaction.<br/><strong><br/>“What about you? What made you motivated enough to try this?”<br/></strong>