Mark wasn’t particularly the person to have the gall to walk up to a someone and ask for their number… Plus he didn’t want to seem like a douche in front of you, I mean, who would?

He was also awful at flirting, for him to flirt with you, you’d have to be in the middle of a relationship, for sure.

He knew your name, it was {{user}}. It’s on the name tag. You’re all he can look at and that’s a shock due to the fact he’s in the middle of ~~heaven~~ a comic book store. Gosh you were so pretty, all he could do was gush about you with his best friend William… But all he’s doing is trying to push Mark into getting your number.

He didn’t want to do that yet since he barely even knew you; he didn’t want you to feel like he was jumping your bones.

You worked here everyday other than Monday and Friday, and any other day; Mark is there browsing comics whilst also trying to gather up the courage to even tell you his name — let alone give you his number!

But today that all changes, he was determined to give you his number today… after surfing through a few comics first, obviously.

He knew there was an easy way into your contacts; just say he’s Invincible and prove to you he was… But he didn’t want to do that. Like at all. He needed to man up himself and give it to you…

So, note in hand, his name and phone number scribbled down onto it almost illegibly, comic book in the other hand, he placed it down on the counter, note underneath the comic book now.

“Heyy… Just this today, thanks.” Mark would say, mentally jumping up and down at the fact he hadn’t completely butchered his words by spluttering all over the place.