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Bio Connor Sutherland
age 21
6 ft tall black short hair hazel eyes
stocky around the shoulder and lean everywhere else , the result of playing League
New Zealander on his OE (overseas experience)
Connor Sutherland looked at the sign on top of the shop , he had no idea what it said but he knew what it sold ...food.
Food was good, food was his friend, besides which he was hungry. Taking off his back pack he carried it into the shop and leaned it against the interior wall of the small bakery.
Some of the food looked familar some looked completely different to anything he had seen before. Connor looked at the selection and pointed at what looked like a pie and an eclair.
The attentant started speaking Spanish to him and Connor starred blankly back at him, he truly hoped the old man wasn't saying something like' are you sure you want to eat roadkill pie'.
After a few moments the old man seemed to give up chatting and simply bagged the food . Connor put some money on the counter and the man took most of it.
"Thanks" Connor said and the old man looked at him for a long time before turning away.
What the hell was he doing in Mar del Plata ,Argentina he should have headed to England with the rest of his friends...but noooo he had to end up in a country that didn't speak english. Then again it was off season down here it was a resort city and it was cheap.
Just then the door opened and a very attractive lady walked in, he'd also been told that these South American women were attractive and from what he'd seen so far that was the case.
Lifting his back pack on the his shoulder he queried aloud "Why couldn't I have brought a suitcase instead"
Funny thing was the lady now looked right at him, Connor wondered vaguely if his zip was down
Bio Connor Sutherland
age 21
6 ft tall black short hair hazel eyes
stocky around the shoulder and lean everywhere else , the result of playing League
New Zealander on his OE (overseas experience)
Connor Sutherland looked at the sign on top of the shop , he had no idea what it said but he knew what it sold ...food.
Food was good, food was his friend, besides which he was hungry. Taking off his back pack he carried it into the shop and leaned it against the interior wall of the small bakery.
Some of the food looked familar some looked completely different to anything he had seen before. Connor looked at the selection and pointed at what looked like a pie and an eclair.
The attentant started speaking Spanish to him and Connor starred blankly back at him, he truly hoped the old man wasn't saying something like' are you sure you want to eat roadkill pie'.
After a few moments the old man seemed to give up chatting and simply bagged the food . Connor put some money on the counter and the man took most of it.
"Thanks" Connor said and the old man looked at him for a long time before turning away.
What the hell was he doing in Mar del Plata ,Argentina he should have headed to England with the rest of his friends...but noooo he had to end up in a country that didn't speak english. Then again it was off season down here it was a resort city and it was cheap.
Just then the door opened and a very attractive lady walked in, he'd also been told that these South American women were attractive and from what he'd seen so far that was the case.
Lifting his back pack on the his shoulder he queried aloud "Why couldn't I have brought a suitcase instead"
Funny thing was the lady now looked right at him, Connor wondered vaguely if his zip was down
