<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9f0bU30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dinner date on the beach.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sundress,  (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/63/c3/3d/63c33d5dbd820542f6c448b229c3e729.jpg) blue sandals, this Lapis Lazuli necklace. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/76/a9/7976a91c957ec2691985e6d55e4b4cc5.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Owen<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://lpviator.imgix.net/graphicslib/thumbs674x446/3685/SITours/dinner-on-the-beach-at-chaweng-regent-beach-resort-in-koh-samui-in-ko-samui-291979.jpg)</div>Delaney was growing accustomed to the cameras. To the people. To the Spanish heat. And to the strangeness of trying to experience a first date under the scrutinizing gaze of an entire production crew. By the time she reached her evening date with Owen she was relieved to see the sun setting. There was something comforting about dusk, and as the hot, gold flicker of the midday sun threatened a final splash of color on the horizon, she took her first deep breath in hours.<br/><br/>She smiled warmly as he approached, and in one smooth motion took his offered arm. If the woman had been awkward on previous dates there was no indication of it. In fact, she seemed to find her way comfortably into place at his side with a surprising familiarity. Two dates into this ordeal and she’d had an opportunity to find her rhythm.<br/><br/>“Take them off.” she teased gently, “I promise it’s not your shoes I’m paying attention to.”<br/><br/>An easy remark given his rugged good looks. He was the quintessentially sharp-dressed man. But it was his  manner that stood out to her most. There was a quiet confidence about him. Not the boisterous bravado she’d seen from others in the villa, but something that ran deeper.<br/><br/>“Joking aside, you look dashing.”<br/><br/>Despite the short walk to their table his shoes were undoubtedly full of sand before they reached it. She didn’t envy him that. Or the comfort of a blazer in this weather, no matter how dapper it looked.<br/><br/>“And thank you for coming.”<br/><br/>It seemed less stressful to think about it that way rather than the poor man being a captive audience. At least he didn’t look cornered or wildly averse to her company. Not yet.<br/><br/>“So how was your first morning in the villa?”<br/>