Passionate

F O U R

Mark was nervous.

He held the menu up to his face, occasionally glancing at the stranger he was seated across. There was dead air between them, not only was it dreadful it was also rather awkward. Nevertheless, Mark didn't want his chance of being apologetic to slip away.

They were seated at the corner of the cafe. There was a large window beside them, occasional passersby walking through. The sky was getting darker and anxiousness grew within the timid man's heart.

"So are ye orderin' somethin' or what?" The stranger growled, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. Again, the thick accent in his voice caught Mark's attention.

"Uh Y-yeah, just give me a sec."

A scowl played on the man's face before a sigh was released. He wrapped his index finger on top of Mark's menu, pulling it down to get a clear view of his face.

"Y'know what?" He forced the menu down onto the cold wooden table, before sliding his finger down it's contents. Mark watched as it landed on black coffee, looking at him confused.

"What? Not a fan of black coffee?" He raised a single brow, his adorable blue irses staring at Mark's brown ones intently. Mark could've swore his stomach did a intense flip.

"N-no. I'll take it, I guess?" He barely managed before the waitress scurried over to the two men's table with a notepad and a pen.

Mark watched the man's mouth curve into a smirk as his eyes landed on the beauty beside him. "Two black coffees, no sugar" He ordered casually, softening his tone calmly.

With a nod, the waitress scribbled something unintelligible into her notepad before walking off to the counter. Thats when the stranger's attention bounced back to Mark.

Mark didn't know what to say. He didn't even know why he was here- sitting with a random stranger, ordering drinks as if they were friends.

What made Mark even more anxious was how undeniably handsome the man was and the fact that he sounds identical to the mysterious figure in his dream.

"... Jack." The man muttered out under his breath, elbowing the table and resting his face on his palms.

Mark was somewhat taken aback. "What?"

"My name, Jack." He repeated again, this time his gaze softening as he observed how scared the man infront of him was.

"O-oh, thats a- pretty-" Mark studdered awkwardly before he was interuppted with a click of Jack's tongue.

"Lemme guess- common name?" He said, rolling his ocean blue eyes. Mark seemed kind of embarrassed, yet he was so curious.

"How did you-"

"I can read people easily, it comes naturally when ye' have to deal with idiots- such as yerself." He commented before Mark could even finish before placing his index finger on Mark's nose.

"And you, my friend, is a very easy read."

Mark felt his face begin to heat up as the same waitress from before returned to their table. He could sense the triumphant air around Jack as he lifted his finger while their drinks was handed out.

"Hmph, you look so innocent." He complimented montonously before sipping picking the steamy black contents within the coffee cup.

A flustered Mark negated his gaze away from the gorgeous blue-eyed man and stared at the swirl of black infront of him. He stared at the swirl of black in front him, subconciously taking in it's fantastic aroma.

With a tint of hesitation- he placed the cup between his lips, parting it slightly to take in the warm, bitter liquid into his mouth. It was sensational. Who knew plain black coffee was so tasteful.
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It was approaching twillight hour and both men had their shared fills of coffee and a good long conversation, they were ready to hit the road.

Jack stretched as the duo exited the café, he seemed exhausted and was ready to go. Mark, on the other hand, was worried sick of whats to come when he returns to campus.

"Welp, I'm gonna go hit the four springs night club." Jack announced, turning to fave the timid man.

"Four springs what now?" Mark blinked.

"If ye haven't noticed already, I'm Irish- that means going to bed, y'kno 'hitting the hay'?" He explained begrudgingly as if this wasn't the first time he did it.

"Speakin' of which, you haven't told me your namr haven't you lad?" He questioned, raising a single brow.

"O-oh right. My name is Mark" The half-korean studdered, holding a hand out for the Irish man awkwardly.

Jack merely smacked his kind act aside and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Then, he suddenly developed an interest on his sneakers- staring at them with a distanced gaze.

"Hey, about the whole 'Go die in hell' part- Im really sorry about that." Jack mumbled, treating apologising like a curse.

Mark seemed shocked, all he saw in the Irishman when they first met was authority and causality. Seeing him like this made Mark's heart flutter.

"Hey, Mark- Could'ja do me a favour?" He asked out of the blue, glancing upwards at Mark's adorable brown eyes.

"S-sure, what is it?"

"I want you to come here again, on saturday- I mean."

"Er- o-okay!"

"You better not be givin' me a lick and a promise, laddie." He warned, glaring at the man with his original authority-like aura radiating around him.

"Is that another one of your Irish slangs?"

"Obviously."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh my lord, just leave already."

And with that, both men have parted ways. Mark took one last glance at the man strolling off to another street and suddenly, he felt a tingle of electricity.

Something about that man has unlocked Mark's exploration side of him. He wanted to find out more about this elusive 'Jack'. He wanted to see who he really was.

But right now there was much important things to be worried about- like what would Mark say when he gets back to campus.

By the time he got there, it would have already strike eight thirty.
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I can already feel the smut calling out my name, I can't do fluff anymore- EFF IT ILL DO IT AFTER THE EFFING.

Synchronocity Aka Morpheus