Dark's POV
I turn to Y/n who's eyes seemed to glow red, white and blue. (But not in the American way.)
"Did you say TEA!" His eyes twitched at the mere mention of the name.
"Yeah want some." I asked, he simply nodded. "Okay but I don't really know how to make one."
"Oh it's okay just go back to the prologue." I looked at him. "What?"
Anti'sw POV
I looked at the two of them from behind a doorframe as they played around while making a cup of tea. He always wins. What is it? Is it his deep voice? Or his ripped chest? Or is it his giant- nope get that out of my head.
Y/n's POV
What a lovely cup of tea. I look around from where I am and I'm sure I see something in the doorway but it's gone. I look back at Mark, his eyes wide, probably from tasting tea for the first time, he's American alright. I then see something growing down below. I look up at him and ask "Is that the best cup of tea or are you just happy to see me?"
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