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.”