<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>The pair of Mark and Elsa were much closer now while talking and Elsa was touching his tattoos as Mark told his stories about them. She pointed next to the heart, half to turn his arm a little so she could see it and partly just for the opportunity to get a better look at some of the artwork. Getting more chances to touch him didn't hurt either. She pointed to the yellow rectangle with his name and blood type on it but he was already transitioning into talking about what he did for a living and the assumption of danger was obvious. She had her hand to her lips to cover her mouth and keep from gasping as he talked about jumping from flying things into forest fires. The level of bravery and insanity in that was shocking.<br/><br/><strong>"You should do what you love but it sounds scary. Only danger in modelling is getting trampled by screaming fans or having someone criticize you while your half naked in front of them."</strong>Elsa thought about it.<strong>"You're right, I'd probably rather jump into a fire as well."</strong>She laughed and patted him on the shoulder, giving his back a friendly rub. When her arm came back down she let it linger around his waist for a moment before leaning a little bit away from him, her hands now back in her lap. She looked up with her head tilted to the side, the blond hair spilling over in the direction of the lean. Her eyes on his.<strong>"I see why someone wanted you to model but why did you want to model? You're well groomed, no doubt, but you seem like you'd be more comfortable in the woods than in a photo studio...."</strong>She let that linger a moment before continuing.<strong>"Just going to sell Sweden for a moment but did you know that my home is made up of seventy three percent forest."</strong>She nodded to emphasize it.<strong>"Saying, we need a lot of forest firefighters. And something like eighty percent of that woodland is managed so there is a lot of work to be done out there. ...Hey, I've got to sell myself and my home at the same time you know. Can't convince a cute foreign boy to go for me on my looks alone. Is the lure working? I can see the headlines now, blond Swedish girl convinces Canadian modeling god to couple up with her by luring him into job opportunity. My brothers will be proud of the sales pitch if they see it. I'm about fifty percent sure they'd like you as well. But only fifty, you'd need to go out and watch the European Cup with them or something for the other fifty percent."</strong><br/><br/>Elsa was still leaning back and looking up at Mark.<strong>"Should we stuff our faces and have a very formal dance. I have to remind you though. I did go to a boarding school with sisters for teachers. If we don't leave enough space for god between us, they will be very disappointed in me."</strong>