Charity was pondering her feelings for Glenn, and how she could ever get rid of them, or at least dull them slightly, while she was serving a person at work. She was knocked from her reverie, when her customer began speaking.
"Hey, I was wondering, would you like to get a drink sometime?" Her customer said, as she handed him his Chocolate Latte and blueberry muffin.
It was he first thought to say no, but just as quickly, another thought popped into her head.
'This might just be my chance to get over Glenn' she thought to herself. She answered him. "Sure, I'd love to. I'm Charity Michaels, by the way." She said, extending her hand.
"Mark Calloway. I'll meet you at Blue Ice (A/N: A bar I made up), at say, eight-thirty?" Mark said with his gorgeous texan accent, shaking her hand. (A.N: Mark is in mid- thirties in this, so no wrinkles, and he had long black hair. He' s a goth in WWE still in this story. Okay, I'll go now .)
"Sure, see you then." Charity answered. She didn't even recognise Mark as The Undertaker from the WWF. If she had, it would have been a lot more interesting.
When Charity finished work, she grabbed her car keys, and sped home, it was already 5 o'clock, and she lived 15 mins away from work, she needed to take a bath, have dinner, choose an outfit, get dressed, do her makeup, and get to Blue Ice at eight.
It would take her until eight to get ready.
'Okay, first things first, have dinner.' Charity thought to herself, and pulled out tomatoes, lettuce, spanish onion,salad dressing and cheese, to make a quick salad for dinner. She quickly ate it all, then she had her bath.
Charity put special perfume bath salts into her bath, to make her smell nice for her date, first impressions, or second impressions, as it were, were important.
When she had washed her hair, shaved, and finished her bath, she wrapped a large terrycloth towel around her body, and stood in from of her mirror. Charity looked at her reflection. She had long black hair, silver-grey eyes,and a light brown tan (think in between white and olive.) she was about 6'3" and curvy, though, not fat. She had distinguishable muscles, and a defined 6- pack ( ,she has a body type, sort of similar to Lita / Amy Dumas, though taller) .
She put foundation on her face, though not much, so there was no streaking. Like her mom said, 'keep it plain, keep it simple, keep it light, so you don't grow a pimple'. She put a dark grey eyeshadow on, which really brough out the colour of her eyes, and a clear lip gloss, before leaving the bathroom and entering her bedroom through the connecting door. There, she began rifling through her clothes.
Charity heard a door open and close, before someone called out her name. It was her roommate Amy Dumas, who was also someone trying to get into the WWF. "Amy! Come here!" Charity called to her, as she pulled up her black boyleg underpants and hooked her matching bra on.
Amy walked into the room, and looked around. There were clothes all over Charity's carpeted floor. "What happened in here, a mini tornado?" Amy said sarcastically, before sitting on the side of Charity's bed. "So, what's going on, why do ya need lil' old me?" Amy asked.
"I need your help with choosing an outfit, I'm going on a date toinight with Mark Calloway...I think his name was, we're meeting at-" Charity was cut off by Amy.
"You're going on a date with Mark Calloway?!" Amy said excitedly.
"Yeah, do you know him?" Charity asked absently, as she rifled through her clothes a held an outfit against her, asking Amy for her opinion.
Amy's jaw was on the floor. "I can't believe you don't know who Mark Calloway is! It's The Undertaker!." Amy said.
"I knew he looked familiar...OMG! I'm going to Blue Ice with The Undertaker!! Help me with my outfit!" She screamed excitedly,and started curling her black hair with her hair spiralling wand, as Amy chose her outfit for her, per her request.
Amy and Charity finally decided on a flowing black skirt, and a cheesecloth lilac top.
When Charity was finally ready, it was a quarter to eight. she had 15 mins to get there.
"Okay, I have to go now, but I'm taking my mobile with me. If you need anything, call me. Well, bye." Charity said to Amy, and hugged her goodbye.
"Bye, sis." Amy said to Charity. (Amy and Charity are half sisters in this.)
Charity left the house and climbed into her metallic purple convertible. She turned her cd player on, and put her KoRn cd 'Issues' on, and put it to her favourite song.
She backed out of the driveway, and drove to Blue Ice, while she sung along with the song. When she arrived at the club, she parked her car, and made her way inside. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for Mark, before she found him at the bar. Charity walked over towards him, and sat down on the stool next to his.
"Hi Mark." Charity said, smiling at the gorgeous texan in front of her.
"Hi Charity." Mark said. "How was the rest of your day?" He asked polotely, flashing her a big grin.
They spent the rest of the night dancing, and drinking, and the next two years dating. The rest was history.