<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5279.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Brighton, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach date; breakfast<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg) and these wedges (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3112840_628182.jpg?w=560)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JJ<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Grace grabbed her fork and poked it into a bit of her fruit, then popped it in her mouth when JJ responded to her comments about her love life with surprise. She perked her brow at him, waiting until she finished chewing the watermelon ball. “Is that right?” Her question may have sounded a bit like a challenge, but really her tone of skepticism was more apparent.<br/><br/>In her experience, guys were quick to make themselves look better or sound better by comparing themselves to her exes. It was what she learned to be a tactic, one that for too long she had fallen for. JJ continued, complimenting a couple of the traits that he felt she exhibited. She smiled at him and his efforts, even if it was rather early for him to know much about her.<br/><br/>But, he also commented on how he could understand her suspicion. The grin that he flashed her afterward only sealed the deal. Grace giggled aloud, shaking her head slightly. He made a case for judging each individual on an individual basis. She nodded, able to appreciate that logic. And truly, it wouldn’t have been fair of her to lump him into a category when she didn’t know him.<br/><br/>Yet, at the same time, she’d feel a right fool for swearing off of the wrong guys only to wind up testing the waters with one who exuded just about everything about the ‘bad boy’ category. “That’s true, I suppose.” She gently concurred, picking up some of her eggs and thoughtfully chewing them. JJ reached over and squeezed her hand. She smiled a bit sheepishly.<br/><br/>His hand left as quickly as it arrived and JJ relaxed in his chair to answer the question about why he was there. His response was similar to her own; he loved the idea of a new experience and sought out new adventures. He was open to a new relationship. Grace nodded, keeping her smile in place, though it seemed to grow when he used the term ‘tight little package.’<br/><br/>Was he also referring to her? Grace chuckled, reminding herself not to get too caught up in his smooth talking. Like probably every other girl he spoke to would. JJ carried on, expressing a difference between love and reality telly. He brought it all full circle by adding that people tended to prejudge others in certain situations or states of being, winking at her to prove who he meant.<br/><br/>She shrugged. “If the shoe fits,” she chided, chuckling quietly before scooping some more eggs into her mouth delicately. As JJ shared even more, it became very apparent that he was mostly in the villa for fun. A bit of a romp, perhaps. Little more than that. Grace was glowing inwardly - she knew that her intuition hadn’t failed her about this one.<br/><br/>He called her charming just as Grace reached for her juice. She smiled at him, seeing that he was reaching for his as well. She clinked the edge of her glass with his. “Here’s to new experiences, then.” She sipped some juice and then set her glass down. She was eyeing up the rest of the spread of food when he made a comment about how much they likely had in common.<br/><br/>Grace peeled her eyes from the food and gave him a curious look. He filled in the blanks by expressing his work with Dior’s fall collection from last year. He must have modeled some of their new line. “Oh,” she began, slowly, her eyes squinting at his. “Dior I am very familiar with. I must have seen you in a spread.” No wonder he looked slightly familiar.<br/><br/>“Tim Coppens, right. I’ve seen his collections at Matches and Dover Street Market. I know the both of them work in New York but I can’t say I’m as familiar with the American lines.” She shrugged slightly. “Perhaps that is something to aspire toward.”<br/><br/>She eyed him curiously. “Isn’t Chris Gelinas a women’s fashion designer?” Grace teased him next. “I wonder what sort of work you were doing there.” Clearly she was just giving JJ a hard time, as was evidenced by the triumphant look on her face when she went in for more eggs.<br/><br/>“So, you are a model?” Grace wasn’t turned on by this, to be perfectly honest. Call her prejudiced, but she learned not to date male models a long while ago. “Tell me more about that. I’m very curious. How did you get into it? Do you enjoy it?” He may have not blatantly shared the same traits that so many other male models possessed, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t behave like one.<br/><br/>“Is your trainer alright with you eating a butter croissant?” She playfully asked, laughing gently.