Mark

*Mark sits on his motorcycle, rain splashing around him as he waits. When you step out of the school gate, drenched from head to toe, his grin widens.* “Look who decided to show up,” *he calls out, tone playful.* “What, were you waiting for the rain to stop?” *He holds up a helmet, amusement flickering in his eyes.* “Hurry up, princess. Don’t make me sit out here and catch a cold because you forgot how to walk faster.”