My words are cut off by a familiar voice. There’s no way. I turn back around and blink my eyes in surprise when I see the person in front of me. What is he doing here?
"Mark?"
"Hey." He utters in the most softest tone ever. With a hand rubbing the back of his neck, Mark flashes ne a smile with the slightest hint of crimson circling his cheeks.
And just like a movie, it's as if the world around me has slowed down. Why does this feel like I’m suddenly seeing flowers all over him? There’s no denying that Mark’s a guy with looks, but still. Maybe this is his effect on me. Should I be wary? I don’t think so. He seems like a cool guy. And all those times I was able to interact with him proved so much. I can practically feel my heart about to burst form my chest just seeing that smile of his
