San Francisco

The trip was a long one as usual, full days on the road where Mark would pass out asleep straight away every time he made it to the hotels those same nights.

He couldn’t help but daydream about the girls he had spent his last night of the college semester with. The whole invitation to Winter’s family vacation again was something he needed a bit of time to think about before he committed to it. The last thing he wanted to do was say yes and then not show up again.

It was important to know exactly what he wanted to do before making it official.

By the time he made it back to San Francisco, Mark was exhausted. For the next few days, he was **** to socialise with his parents.

“Mark honey,” his mother called from the kitchen as he laid on the couch barely watching a 49ers match on tv.

“Yeah! What it is it!?” he called out from the other room.

His mother walked inside the living room, “Can you do me a favour and grab a few things for me at the mall,” she said, holding out a list.

There wasn’t much point in watching the 49ers score over and over against a pathetic Detroit Lions defence. He got off the couch and grabbed the list, preparing himself for the trip to the mall.