With a soft click, the call ended. Mark stood still for a moment, the phone still pressed to his ear, the soft buzz of the line disconnected now. His mind was racing—so many emotions, so many thoughts all swirling together. It wasn't just the phone. It wasn't even just about returning something that belonged to her. It was something else. Something bigger that he couldn't quite put into words yet.
With a deep breath, Mark finally let go of the phone, his fingers still tingling from the call. He quickly grabbed his jacket, his fingers fumbling with the zipper as he prepared to leave. The rain was still pouring outside, but he didn't mind. He would walk through the storm for her if he had to. Something told him that this was the start of something more than he could ever have imagined.
And so, he stepped out into the wet world, his heart in his throat, ready for whatever this moment would bring.
Mark's footsteps echoed softly on the damp sidewalk as he made his way toward the bus stop, each step pulling him closer to a moment he had been replaying in his mind ever since this morning. The cool evening air brushed against his skin, carrying the fresh scent of rain that had soaked the streets earlier. The rain hadn't stopped—it fell steadily, a soft drizzle that soaked everything in its path. The droplets clung to his jacket, and the sound of the rain was the only thing that seemed to fill the air, steady and constant.
Everything felt quieter now, like the city itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. And maybe it was. Maybe this moment was exactly what he had been waiting for.
His heart beat just a little faster with every step, his mind swirling with uncertainty. What if it's awkward? What if I make a fool of myself? What if she doesn't feel the same way? He tried to push the thoughts away but couldn't. His feet moved of their own accord, guided by something deeper, something he couldn't quite explain. And as he approached the bus stop, he spotted her—standing there with her friend, the same girl from earlier. They were talking, laughing quietly, their voices almost drowned out by the soft patter of the rain. The way her blue eyes lit up as she smiled made Mark's chest tighten. She looked even more beautiful in the soft glow of the streetlights, her hair still damp from the rain, framing her face like something out of a dream.
Mark stood there for a moment, just watching her, feeling the world slow down around him. He wasn't sure if she had noticed him yet, but it didn't matter. She was there, and for now, that was enough.
It wasn't until she turned her head and her eyes met his that everything changed. Her gaze locked with his, and it was like time paused for just a second. Mark's heart skipped a beat, and a quiet smile tugged at his lips. She smiled back, and in that moment, everything felt right. It was like the universe had arranged this meeting just for them.
"Hey," he said, his voice a little softer than he meant, the words catching in his throat. There was something about her presence that made him nervous and excited all at once.
"Hey, Mark, right?" she replied, her voice gentle but sure, and there was something in the way she said his name that made his heart flutter. It was as if she remembered him, truly remembered him, in a way that meant something.
He nodded, his chest tightening slightly. "Yeah, it's me," he said, his voice quieter now, but sincere. "It's good to see you again."
Her smile softened, and Mark couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him. "It's good to see you too," she said, her eyes meeting his again, holding his gaze a moment longer than necessary. "I didn't expect to run into you again so soon."
"Neither did I," Mark replied, his voice a little lighter now. He found himself smiling a little easier as the conversation started to flow.
"But I'm glad we did."
She laughed softly, a sound so gentle it felt like music. "Yeah, same here." She glanced at her friend, who had been quietly watching them, and then back at Mark. Her eyes sparkled with something he couldn't quite place. "This is Sarah, by the way," she said, motioning toward her friend.
"Hi, Sarah," Mark said with a shy smile, trying his best not to feel too awkward. Sarah gave him a small, polite smile in return but didn't say much. It was clear that she was just observing, but Mark couldn't help but feel the way her gaze shifted between him and her friend. It was almost like she was trying to figure something out, but he didn't mind. He was focused on her—the girl with the blue eyes.
"So, how's your day been?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting. It was such a simple question, but the way she asked it felt different, like she genuinely wanted to know.
Mark hesitated for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's been okay," he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice was still a little lighter than usual. "Kind of boring, actually. But now that I'm here, it's definitely better." He smiled, feeling a little embarrassed by how quickly he spoke, but it was the truth. Her presence made everything seem brighter.
She smiled back, her eyes softening. "I get that," she said. "My day was pretty dull too, until now. The rain just made everything feel so… heavy, you know?"
Mark nodded, feeling the connection grow. "Yeah, exactly. It was like it would never stop." He laughed lightly, then added, "But I guess the rain did its job. It brought me here."
Her eyes twinkled, a soft smile on her lips. "I guess it did," she agreed, her voice low and warm. "I'm glad it worked out."
There was a comfortable silence for a moment, the kind that felt easy, not awkward. he took her phone out of his pocket, his fingers brushing lightly against it as he held it out to her. Mark's heart gave a little jump at the gesture. She wasn't just passing time with small talk—she wanted to stay in touch.
"Let's exchange numbers," she said, her voice quieter now, almost like she was sharing something important. "It's always good to have someone to text, right?"
Mark's heart skipped. He couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. "Yeah," he said, his voice soft but eager. "I'd like that."
He took her phone, fingers brushing hers as he typed his number. It felt like a small but meaningful touch, and he found himself lingering there, savoring the moment just a little longer than he should. When he handed the phone back, their fingers touched again, just for a second, but it was enough to make Mark's heart race.
"Thanks," she said, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that made him feel lighter. "I'll text you."
"I'll be waiting for it," Mark said, his voice barely above a whisper, but full of sincerity. He smiled, his chest swelling with hope. For a moment, it felt like time stood still, just the two of them standing there, with the quiet buzz of the city in the background, but none of that mattered. It was like they were in their own little world.
As she turned to leave, walking away with Sarah, Mark stayed where he was for a few moments, watching her disappear into the night. The air felt warmer now, and his heart felt fuller, like something inside him had shifted. He couldn't help but smile, feeling a quiet excitement fill him. He knew that this was just the beginning.
His heart skipping another beat. This is real, he thought, smiling to himself. This could be the start of something Amazing.
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A/N: i could not think of anything expect amazing so i used it, i wanted to give sharah some more lines but the only thing she can do is interept them, so i kept her quite, did i do it right or not.
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