Hi, I'm Mark (xReader)

Day Three (Part 3) X

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Skip to IHOP (btw sorry if you don't like IHOP...I only like the Belgian waffles teehee c:)

Mark and I didn't say much at all on the car ride here; we didn't have to. We held hands the entire time and every time we had a red light or stop sign, Mark would look over to me and smile. It was such a calm and lovely ride. On our way into the place, Mark grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together.

We walked into the place and even though most of the tables were taken, there was no line. I was surprised that I didn't recognize anybody from the convention, and I don't think Mark did either. To be fair, we were getting breakfast at the time that we would usually have lunch.

"Hello, welcome to IHOP, how many?" The hostess was very nice; tall, but very skinny, pretty face, and long blonde hair that she had obviously curled.

"Uh, two please." Mark held up two fingers on his free hand as the hostess gestured us to follow her. We got seated at a corner booth, which was actually amazing because of a little more privacy, and Mark and I could be right next to each other. The hostess gestured to the table and started to talk again.

"I'm sorry if this table is too big, but everything else is full right now." I held up my hand and shook my head.

"We totally understand, it's fine. To be honest, I was hoping we would get one of these." The hostess looked cheerful after I said that and walked away.

"Glad to hear! Your server will be here momentarily!" She seemed very giddy all of the sudden; she probably recognized Mark. As we slid into the booth, Mark got really close to me.

"This is the perfect table. I can be close to you....and my food!" It was funny to see how excited Mark got over food; it was actually adorable. I then slowly rubbed my hand over his thigh and he jumped, looking down then looking at me, seemingly scared that someone might think I am doing "something else" under the table.

"I don't care about the food." Mark's look softened into a flirtatious smirk as he leaned in and pecked my lips, taking my hand.  We sat in silence for a bit when Mark started to talk again.

"What are you going get babe?"

"Belgian waffles." Mark licked his lips; he must really like Belgian waffles.

You're not getting any of mine, mister!

"Yum...that's it? You don't want anything else?"

"No, not really. The waffles they have here are usually pretty big so I will be fine. How about you?"

"I'm getting pancakes with bacon and sausage!" I smiled deviously and Mark looked at me suspiciously. I then walked my fingers over to the crotch of his pants and rubbed him.

"...you like the sausage, huh?"

"Y/N!" He slapped my hand away as his face got redder than a ripe strawberry. Even though he was embarrassed, he had a crooked grin on his face.

"What?! I couldn't help it!!!" We both started laughing when our server came over.

Time skip to noms

The food looked delicious when it finally arrived and I devoured my food. By the time I finished, Mark was almost done with his.

"Man, you must have been hungry, huh?"