Chapter 3: I'm Not Free Anymore

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You get in your car after that incident that seemed like a dream. "Did I really just meet the Mark Fischbach?" You start the car, and pull out onto the busy street and drive to work.

You arrive at work and start your day. You are not completely focused. You keep replaying it in you head. 'You seem to have dropped this.' You play the whole thing over and over again in you head, not really paying attention to what you are doing. Good thing you are in between projects. You spend all day just imagining what would have happened if you had left a minute earlier, or later. "I might not have even ran into him, that is a bad and good thing." You giggle at your comment in your head.

Around 1 you head out for your usual hour long lunch. Today you decide to go to Chipotle, you love a good burrito. You order your usual order, sit down, and check your phone. You see that you have a text from an unknown number. It is Mark. 'Are you busy for lunch tomorrow? I am free, let me know. Oh, it is Mark by the way, I am not just a creeper asking you out on a date.'  You reply back 'I am free as well, when and where should we meet?' You wait anxiously for him to reply, but his text was from around 10, so he may be busy. You begin eating your lunch while staring at your phone very anxiously.

Right when you are about to take the last bite of your burrito your phone vibrates. It's Mark replying to your text. 'It doesn't matter to me, as long as I get to see you.' You blush at his response, and you respond 'Anywhere is fine, what about Chipotle...?' Your palms are sweating. You are so nervous and you are just texting him. 'Imagine how nervous I will be sitting there talking to him.' He replies almost immediately. 'Okay, sounds good, shall we say 1?' You reply with shaky hands. 'Yes, see you then. I have to be getting back to work.' You calm down, throw away your trash, walk out to your car, get in and just sit there for a couple minutes, thinking. "Am I going on a date with the one and only Markiplier? No, it isn't a date, it is to discuss the dry cleaning for his shirt. Although he did say 'as long as I can see you' and he did call it a 'date'. We will have to see." You start the car, pull out of the parking lot, and head back to work. 



Hi! Here is my first chapter in a while, it is kind of short and basic, but please let me know what you think. I will do my best to write again soon, but I am super busy most of the time, so  I will have to see. Enjoy!




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