WE quietly took our seats back and not long after, our food arrived. Mark was about to start eating as if nothing happened. I touched his hand and said “What just happened? Why did I have to pretend to be your girlfriend?”
Mark put his utensils down and looked at me before talking.
Mark: “Well, Marisha has been trying to get back together with me. I’ve refused her multiple times but she doesn’t want to accept it. I’m thinking maybe if she found out that I had a girlfriend, she’ll probably stop. I’m sorry for getting you involved.”
Luisa: “It’s okay. She’s gorgeous, though.”
Mark: “I think you’re prettier. You don’t need enhancements or thick layers of makeup to look good.”
I bowed my head to hide my blush. Did Mark just say I’m prettier than a famous celebrity? I didn’t know how to re
