After planning the "date" tomorrow with Mark, you headed back to work, and went through the rest of your day only worrying about tomorrow. What will I wear? Is it casual? Will he dress up? What if I embarrass myself? What if I get food on my face and don't notice? What if after what if popped into your head. You begin to make a mental checklist of what you need to do when you get home to prepare. I need to shave my legs, pick out what to wear, plan my makeup, hair etc. I will also need to make sure I plan what to say when I see him, just so I do not stumble over my words.
It feels as though you have only been at work for half an hour, but you glance up at the clock to find that it is 5:30, time to head home. I got a lot of work done today, not the work I should have been doing, but close enough. You grab your stuff, making sure you have your phone, and head out the door.
You walk out to your car, get in and sit for a minute. You check your phone to see if Mark has texted you, and he has. "Hey, Just wanted to confirm the details for tomorrow, Chipotle @1? & I don't care what you say, I am paying :)" You blush and smirk at the text. I am texting Markiplier, how did I get this lucky? You text him back "Yes, that sounds about right, except for the paying part, I already ruined your shirt, I do not want to feel even worse." You wait a couple minutes to see if her responds, and no reply. You put you phone down, start the car, and head home. You get all the stuff done on your mental checklist, occasionally checking your phone but not reply. He must be busy, probably recording videos. You finish everything up, get ready for bed, lay down, and slowly drift off to sleep, dreaming about all that tomorrow may hold.
Hi! Sorry this chapter is not very long, I should be doing homework right now, but I am procrastinating. I hope to be able to write again soon, but I am a busy bee, so it all depends on when I have an extra 30 minutes. I hope you enjoyed!
