Mark's POV
"alright, this rpg program, will be bought for $300,000, going once? going twice? sold! to the man wearing the yellow shirt! thank you folks for coming here today. updates on my newest programs will be given to all of you asap! hope you have a great day everyone!" after the auction, i went to the cafe to meet up with lexie. when i saw her face, she looked cute while sipping on a choco latte. then, i knocked and as soon as i got in, i saw all of the things she ordered: 3 choco lattes, 2 chocolate milkshakes and 1 small chocolate cake. when she saw me looking at the table, she looks away saying, "are you going to make fun of me now?" for my reply, i said to the microphone, "my number one, please". afterwards, it came: an extra large chocolate ice cream with hot fudge, choco sprinkles, choco syrup and chocolate wafer stick. "umm, lex?" i called out. when she looked at me, i saw her smile and say, "for me?" "yeah, since i can see that you like chocolate" "yay!" she exclaimed, happily eating the sundae. "well, i'll go change my clothes for a bit, ok?" and i did. after a while, i came back. there i saw her looking awful. "what's the matter now, lexie?"
"well, i am kind of embarrassed to know that i ate too much and so..."
"oh, don't worry about that, i'll pay for it, ok?"
"but still, you were the one who was spending money for everything, and i don't think that i can repay you or anything..."
"well, you did keep me company, and i had a lot of fun today. i think that makes us even today"
Lexie's POV
when i saw his expression when he said those words, i was just flustered. his smile is drop-dead gourgeous. hey, he was mr. perfect for all girls out there. but sadly, they misjudge him from the way he looks and that makes me happy though. at least i get to keep him, right? after a while, the two of us were alrady preparing to leave. mark paid for all the stuff i ordered at the hotel. when i asked him how much he had paid, he just said that, "don't mind it. it's my treat". as we were walking to our homes, i noticed a scar on his right forehead. when i asked him about this, he just said that, "i got it when i was a kid. i protected a girl that was bullied and got into a fight". he also said that he had not seen the girl anymore since then. well, knowing him, he would have done it. he was really, really kind. when i got home, i bid good night to him and as i went inside, my mom asked, "so, how was your day?" i replied, " 'twas the best one i've ever had".
