Serena walked out of the store. "About time," said Mark as he walked up grabbing a bag from her hand. "Where are we going now?" he asked as they walked away from Claires. "It's up to you, I'm out of money" Serena said as Mark handed her a twenty dollar bill. "Well how about the hunting shop?" he said walking in without waiting for a reply.
As soon as they walked in a woman came up to him trying to sell him their newest model of a rifle, he just pushed her out of the way. "Ah, look at this Serena," he said removing a gun from a self. "This baby could kill some one with one blow," he began, "haha kind of funny huh? Bang!" "Mark that's not funny, stop pointing that thing at me." He put it back on the self, "I'm hungry, take that twenty and go get us some thing to eat," he said. She nodded and walked off. "I'll take this please," said Mark putting a gun on the counter.
"I'll take two number three's with Cokes," said Serena looking up at the menu, "Oh and throw in some of those apple pies, they look good." The woman looked at the screen and scribbled a number down on the receipt, "Just wait until your number is called" Serena nodded and walked off. She looked down at the ticket, number thirty-three; she looked back up surprisingly seeing Mark. "Oh hey," she said as he handed her a flower, "As an apology," he said smiling. "Number thirty-two," said a voice over a loud speaker. "What number are we?" said Mark looking at the receipt. "Number thirty-three," said the voice on the loud speaker. "I'll get it," said Mark taking the ticket from her hand, "go find a seat."
Serena scribbled Mark's name in the palm of her hand with a pink pen and then a heart. "I love Mark," she said looking at it. There was a scar on the back of her hand from the previous day. "What are you looking at?" said Mark walking up with a tray. Serena showed him his name in her hand and smiled as he put down the tray. "Yum! Looks good!" She said grabbing her combo, drink, and an apple pie. He put his hand on the pie before she could get it to her side of the table, "Now you don't want to go and get fat do you?" Mark said pulling it to his side. "No sir," she said lifting her hamburger.
She pulled a French fry from the carton, "So what did you get at the hunting shop?" she said sipping her drink. "Nothing," he said, He had already taken the gun that he bought and put it under his seat in the car. "Can you go get some ketchup?" Mark said putting down his fry, "what kind of restaurant dose not give you ketchup?" he said looking at her as if it where her fault. "Mark there is ketchup on the tray," she said pushing some towards him. He threw it on the floor, "Where? Now do what I say and go get some damn ketchup!" he screamed. "Mark people are staring," she said getting up.
"Oh I'm sorry they must all be nosy as hell, tell them what you did!" he screamed standing up throwing the tray in the floor. "Mark!" she said looking at him. "TELL THEM WHAT YOU DID!" he screamed, now every one was staring. "I...I...I did not get my boy friend any ketchup!" she said running to the car. "What are you staring at?" he said looking at every one and grabbing Serena's purse as he walked off.
As soon as they walked in a woman came up to him trying to sell him their newest model of a rifle, he just pushed her out of the way. "Ah, look at this Serena," he said removing a gun from a self. "This baby could kill some one with one blow," he began, "haha kind of funny huh? Bang!" "Mark that's not funny, stop pointing that thing at me." He put it back on the self, "I'm hungry, take that twenty and go get us some thing to eat," he said. She nodded and walked off. "I'll take this please," said Mark putting a gun on the counter.
"I'll take two number three's with Cokes," said Serena looking up at the menu, "Oh and throw in some of those apple pies, they look good." The woman looked at the screen and scribbled a number down on the receipt, "Just wait until your number is called" Serena nodded and walked off. She looked down at the ticket, number thirty-three; she looked back up surprisingly seeing Mark. "Oh hey," she said as he handed her a flower, "As an apology," he said smiling. "Number thirty-two," said a voice over a loud speaker. "What number are we?" said Mark looking at the receipt. "Number thirty-three," said the voice on the loud speaker. "I'll get it," said Mark taking the ticket from her hand, "go find a seat."
Serena scribbled Mark's name in the palm of her hand with a pink pen and then a heart. "I love Mark," she said looking at it. There was a scar on the back of her hand from the previous day. "What are you looking at?" said Mark walking up with a tray. Serena showed him his name in her hand and smiled as he put down the tray. "Yum! Looks good!" She said grabbing her combo, drink, and an apple pie. He put his hand on the pie before she could get it to her side of the table, "Now you don't want to go and get fat do you?" Mark said pulling it to his side. "No sir," she said lifting her hamburger.
She pulled a French fry from the carton, "So what did you get at the hunting shop?" she said sipping her drink. "Nothing," he said, He had already taken the gun that he bought and put it under his seat in the car. "Can you go get some ketchup?" Mark said putting down his fry, "what kind of restaurant dose not give you ketchup?" he said looking at her as if it where her fault. "Mark there is ketchup on the tray," she said pushing some towards him. He threw it on the floor, "Where? Now do what I say and go get some damn ketchup!" he screamed. "Mark people are staring," she said getting up.
"Oh I'm sorry they must all be nosy as hell, tell them what you did!" he screamed standing up throwing the tray in the floor. "Mark!" she said looking at him. "TELL THEM WHAT YOU DID!" he screamed, now every one was staring. "I...I...I did not get my boy friend any ketchup!" she said running to the car. "What are you staring at?" he said looking at every one and grabbing Serena's purse as he walked off.