<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/>Mark nodded his head slightly and lifted a single eyebrow inquisitively as he spoke.<em>"You suppose it's for the best huh?"</em>He stood  and took a moment to place the chair back under the table, leaving Grace alone at it before moving to the elevator and pressing the button to call it.<br/><br/>While waiting, he turned back to Grace and spoke further.<br/><br/><em>"You know...when you apologized earlier, I told you I accepted it.  We're good.  I understand how messed up all of this is and while irritated and frustrated it was with the dynamic of this show and not with you.  At the very least we can have a few pleasant hours together chatting and figuring out this crazy situation we're in."</em>He pressed his lips together and inhaled deeply even as the elevator chimed softly and the door slid open.  He took a step back...not fully inside the elevator and placed the side of his foot against the door to keep it from sliding shut.<br/><br/><em>"I'm sure Corey is great.  I'm sure you're great but this isn't exactly a shining moment for you.  You made absolutely zero effort to get to know anything about me and yet you feel like you know me well enough to suggest that Elsa is just my type?  Because you know me so well right?"</em>, lifting his eyebrows speculatively before shaking his head slightly.<em>"Don't piss on my shoes and then tell me it's raining, Grace.  You made every effort to passive-aggressively sabotage this...which...hey.  Not everyone is going to click which is fine but when given the opportunity to even get to know me because...you know...we're stuck together in a bullshit situation, you don't even want to do that.  You could look at this as a single incident and chalk it up to you and I not compatible.  That's fine but through your own admission you've already done this to some other guy named J.J.   So it's not a matter of it being me that's the problem.  It's not you and me that's the problem.  It's just you, Grace.  You're the problem."</em><br/><br/>He exhaled slowly...<br/><br/><em>"It's the second day here and you're treating it like it's day thirty.  If you and Corey are so perfect...then go ride off into the sunset with him and open up two spots for people who actually want to participate in the process and treat the other people here with enough respect to actually talk to them rather than texting on their phone.  So you seem like you're not sure if you can go and end the date.  I'll make it easy for you."</em><br/><br/>He turned to the nearest camera and looked into it.<em> "I'm done with this date.  I'm ready to explore the streets and go shopping...alone."</em>He stayed waiting at the edge of the elevator, the trigger on the door pressed in by the edge of one foot to ensure that it stayed open as he thought she might have something to say in response.<br/><br/>