That Gapped Tooth Girl (Markiplier x Reader or a normal story)

You're sitting outside a coffee shop, the wind sends chills down your back. You're wearing a torn shirt and jeans that are so ripped, that a touch looks like it could tear them apart, and you've been wearing those clothes for two and a half weeks; you barley have enough money to survive. Your parents put you up for adoptions when you were young, they barley had enough money to just support them, let alone a child. Well, that's what the orphanage told you anyway. But you ran away from the orphanage, in search of a better life. Expect you never found one. You would often suck your thumb for comfort when you were little, nor you or your family could afford braces; and to this day, you have a gap tooth. Everyone who walked by ignored you, except one man. He helped you stand up and bought you a coffee, you told him your name was (your/name = Y/n) and he said his name was Mark.