#markr

It was a beautiful night. Fall was beginning to edge it’s way against the hot Summer that the East Coast had been having. There was a light breeze, and you were able to wear your favorite cardigan without feeling too hot. You and Mark were both here for different projects, but it was magical that you were both in New York City at the same time. So you took every opportunity to try to turn your spare time into a vacation together. Which meant walking through a rather pretty area, away from all of the skyscrapers.

“Is that - oh my God, Mark, it is,” you said, clutching his arm and pulling him forward to the fountain. It took him a minute to grasp onto what you were saying.

“The fountain from Friends?” He asked, looking at you, a little grin on his face.

“And from Hocus Pocus! Oh my God, we have to go in it.” You pulled him forward even more, and he had to follow, caught in your momentum.

“Get in? What do you mean, get in?” He asked. You let go of him and started to strip off your cardigan, and then your shoes, your socks, your bag, leaving your keys and wallet and phone out so they wouldn’t get wet. They were well within sight of the fountain, so you didn’t have much fear of them getting stolen.

“I mean get in. Live our best 90s life,” You said with a grin. “Come on, please?”

You weren’t trying to laugh .. honestly, you tried to keep it in. You were not expecting Mark, cute and passionate Mark, to be so awkward at the concept of meeting your parents.

Your parents as well were trying hard not to laugh as the actor nearly fell off the couch, ended up getting a milk mustache since he had chosen the beverage to seem healthy, or the fact that he kept dropping his fork during dinner.

“Why are you so nervous?” You whispered to him as you caught a moment alone.

“They’re your parents, I don’t know, I want them to approve.”