1000 miles away

Why?

I look at him with the brightest eyes. What did he mean...I was just his friend. Yea, of course. Nothing more, what was I expecting. "Oh, yea. Of course...Mark. " I trailed of looking at the table, showing a unclear reflection of me. I could feel his eyes closing on me. "What? You expected something more then that?" He asks. I was shocked. Did I really think that...
"N-no, of course not. Why would I?" I somewhat stammered. He walks in towards me. Fuck, he puts one hand between my waist and hands, he traps me, and moves closer to my face till I can feel his breath against my skin. "I find something very strange about you Clare, tell me what is it?" He questioned in his god damn sexy voice. His warm breath against my face. "I-i don't know." I stammered. He huffs and thankfully pulls away. "Why can't you look at me." Mark groans. I look at him confused. Did he say he wanted me to look at him? What the actual fuck is he thinking. "I mean, we are friends, but you got to look at me to start a proper conversation right?" He sighs.
That's when it hit me hard. He has been so nice to me. Why can't I just give him a little back.
I look at him and he walks out the dining area. "I'll be in my room.." He says.

Mark POV
I'm so tired being the one who cares for Clare. And she can't even look me In the eye and have a nice conversation. She's always been trying to push me away or avoid me. That's when I realize it was actually lunch. I quickly rushed down to see a note.

To mark,
Hey, I'm sorry if I always made you feel like I was pushing you away or something. Or being unfriendly. Anyways, I don't want to be a pain. So I left to go back home, got to finish up on some recordings. Can't let the fans down...thanks again, Mark.
Best regards,
Clare

She left? That's fast, considering someone with an injured leg. I looked at Chica who was whining, I guess she did not want Clare to go. Honestly neither did I. Why was I playing such a nice guy, I did not even kiss her. Wait, did I just say kiss? Oh my god, that woman is poisoning my brain. I need a break, I quickly went into the kitchen to look for something to eat.

Next day...
I looked at my phone while eating breakfast. Looking at all the mails I had gotten and the group chat with the cyndigo guys. We were chatting on our next project together.
Just then Clare messaged me.

Clare: "Hey, sorry if I disturbed you this early morning, but your free to talk at Starbucks later?"

I was pretty free today. Apart from the daily videos later at 2.

Me: "yea sure..at what time?"
Almost immediately,
Clare: "now...8:14."
Me: "alright."