mute man | Septiplier

7

Mark swiftly exited the bathroom

He seemed as giddy as a child being allowed to lick the spoon from the cookie mix.

He was dressed in a black tuxedo.

"Where are you going fancy-boy?" I ask touching up his bow-tie.

Mark smiles with an upturn smirk and writes down

I am going on a date with Amy!

I smile at him.

I infer that, that is the Amy from the coffee shop from a couple days ago.

"I hope you have fun you lovebird!" I giggle.

What are you saying? You're coming!

My eyes go wide.

"What? I look awful!" I blabber out

You look fine! Come on! We have to be there in 15 minutes!

He scribbles down.

He firmly grabs my arm and yanks me to the door, grabbing his keys and walking to his car.

In a matter of a minute I'm in the car on the way to an unknown place to meet a girl I have no idea who she is.

How could a fucking loser that doesn't even talk get a date and I haven't even dated a women In years.

I shook my head.

No. Don't think like that. You should be happy for him.

It took a little while to get to the restaurant.

Once again in silence.

Mark excitedly walked inside the restaurant with me trailing a bit behind.

he waved his hand towards me in a way to tell me to hurry up.

"hey Mark! Over here!" a soft female voice yelled.

I walked a little bit closer to Mark and looked at Amy.

her wide smile soon faded as she saw me.

"Mark, I shouldn't have come." I whisper in Marks ear.

he shook his head and took out his notebook that was in his bag he insisted on bringing with him.

nonsense! You will be fine!

I shook my head.

I am not ruining anything.

its for him.

Not you.

I smiled a bit as Mark practically ran to Amy.

Her skin looked delicate and untouched but I knew it was caked with makeup.

Her hair was brown that went to her shoulders and I assume that's what she mostly did.

She wore a almost see through dress and a black shirt underneath it.

She wore colorful sunglasses that had a pink tint to them.

She looked excited.

"Hello Amy!" I greeted putting my hand out for her to shake it.

She gave a fake smile and ignored my hand.

She turned to Mark.

"Hey Mark! I see you brought your translator- uh John was it" she said turning towards me

"Jack" I corrected putting my hands on my hips.

"Oh right! How could I forget that?" She asked mostly questioning herself.