Lost Girl (Markiplier x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 12: A Break from Chaos

We pulled up to a diner called Barbra's Country Diner, it reminded me of the 60s. Bright and full of neon lights, it felt like a wonderland. I stared at the lights, and spin around slowly, taking in the atmosphere.

"Hello! I'm Hazel, may I help you two?" a lady asks.

She seemed to be a waiter of the place. Her uniform was a pastel yellow, with a white apron. Her hair tied in a bun, with a pen behind her ear. Her completion was darker toned, and she seemed to have a thick southern accent.

"Uh..." I stood dumbfounded.

Mark stepped in," Yeah, can we get a booth, please."

"Of course, darling," she says sweetly.

We were lead into a booth that was stripped red and white. The lady laid two menus out for us, and she pulled out a pen and a notepad.

"Now what will y'all be having today?" she said, prepared to write down our orders.

"I'll have a burger and fries, with a cup of water," he told the lady.

She wrote it down, and turned her attention to me," And what about you, dear?"

I stuttered," I-I don't know..."

She smiled warmly," It's okay baby, here, I'll help you."

She takes the menu, and points at a picture. It looks really good, and I could feel my mouth water with anticipation.

"This is two French toast slices, eggs, and hash browns, it also comes with a orange juice," she states." Is that good with you?"

I smile and nod," Y-yeah."

"Well then there you go," she chuckles." I'll be right back with your food."

She walks off, and I feel adequate for the first time in my life. I'm still not use to random strangers being so welcoming. I know if they knew what I really am, it wouldn't be that way. But for the time I have these moments, it feels nice.

"Nice..." I say.

Mark perks up to me speaking," What was that?"

"Lady is nice," I tell him.

"Yeah, she is," he responds," but usually people are like that when it comes to these types of jobs. Some are actually sincere, and some fake it."

"She is liar?" I said, getting worried.

"No, no she isn't," he reassures me." She seems genuine."

"Oh, o-okay," I reply, calming down.

"You're not use to people being kind to you, are you?" He tells me.

"Why think that?" I respond, concern.

He chuckles softly," Well, I sense you have some trust issues. I'm mean, you have the right to feel that way. So many people have hurt you, and treated you badly. I feel very sympathetic towards what happened to you....no one deserves to go through those type of things."

My eyes widen, but I glance away. Even through the shit I put him through, he finds the generosity to show mercy on me.

"...thanks," I whisper.

He smiled, and I can't find myself to make eye contact with him at the moment.

I just don't understand this guy....