Stolen ; Mark

"What the hell do I look like a Mark?!" I know Starbucks is notorious for misspelled names but seriously Mark? It's the wrong size too.

"Wouldn't it be funny if that was Mark from NCT?" my sister Madeline says. We may have co authored a fanfic about NCT, but I couldn't even tell them apart.

"Is it that dude we wrote about?", I reply and add" It's kinda funny that I still don't know what he looks like."

"What do you think he looks like?" she says, eyebrow raised and head tilted.

"Skinny guy, small eyes, white?"

"So basically anyone Korean?"

We both burst into laughter. It's an inside joke between us. The guy we wrote a fanfiction on. I don't even know how he looks like lmao. The barista looks at us confused. This part of Canada speaks mostly French, so when I asked if I looked like a "Mark" he just blinked at me.

His coworker at the counter, an older man, had written the letter "M" on my drink. When I had said "Em", I meant Emily. Not Mark. I'm pretty sure he had written M, and not Mark.

"Who is Mark?" I ask.