Friends with Mark: A Markiplier Fanfic

Finally in Person

I tapped impatiently on the table I was sitting at. "Where could he be?" I said. The waitress came over. "Can I help you, miss?" I said, "No thank you, I'm waiting for a friend before I order." She walked away. I pulled out my phone and texted him, "Hey Mark, where u at?" I saw the three dots. "He's answering!" I thought. "Almost there," he replied, "In the bathroom tidying up" "Better hurry" I said, "or I'll order without u!" He said, "OKAY! Brt" I tapped again on the smooth brown marble. I noticed my reflection. "Maybe I should tidy myself up as well!" I said as I saw my disheveled appearance. I fix my hair, smoothing down the many flyaways on my hair. I got frustrated as more hairs bounced back from my head, repelled from it by an invisible force intent on my messiness. "BZZT," my phone buzzes. "Where is the table?" said the bright screen. I looked up. I waved. He spots me waving and begins walking over to the table.