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MidReal Story
Flames of Love: A Fireman's Heart
Anonymous
4d ago
Scenario:A kind hearted guy who's down on his luck tired of nothing going right buying has a loving boyfriend Korean fireman Mark
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Sarah Jennings
Jason's best friend and confidante, single but supportive of Jason and Mark's relationship, petite with curly blonde hair, witty and loyal.
Mark Kim
Korean fireman and Jason's boyfriend, in a relationship with Jason, athletic build with short black hair, caring and protective.
Jason Hart
downonhisluck guy, in a relationship with Mark, average build with messy brown hair, hopeful yet cynical.
Today was just like any other day.
Same shit, different day.
I woke up late, barely had time for a shower, and then ran out the door with a coffee in one hand, and my lunch in the other.
I worked at a small deli down the street from my apartment, so I was only ten minutes late, but still my boss was pissed.
He chewed me out, and then left me to open up on my own.
I was running the register by myself when one of the regulars walked in.
"Hey Jason, how's it going?"
I forced a smile onto my face.
"Going good. Going good."
I rang up his paper and handed him his change.
"Here you go."
He nodded and then walked out the door.
Another customer came in, and then another.
It was busy for the first hour, but then it died down.
I cleaned the tables, restocked the chips and drinks, and swept the floor.
I push open the creaky metal door, escaping the chaos of the deli for a brief respite in the alley behind.
The midday sun casts sharp shadows on the worn brick wall as I lean against it, pulling out my phone from the back pocket of my jeans.
My fingers hover over Mark's name before I press call, the familiar ringtone a comforting sound in the midst of this chaotic morning.
The phone rings twice before his warm, steady voice answers, "Hey, Jason."
I can almost see his reassuring smile, and my tense shoulders relax ever so slightly.
"Hey," I reply, trying to sound casual despite the frustration still simmering beneath the surface.
I take a deep breath and launch into the tale of my morning mishaps, each word easing the tension in my chest as I recount the boss's chewing-out and the non-stop stream of customers.
Mark listens patiently, offering gentle encouragement and words of support that make me feel seen and heard.
As we talk, a stray cat emerges from the shadows, its mottled fur blending with the alley's gloom.
It pads silently towards me, its eyes fixed on mine before it begins to rub against my leg, its soft purrs a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves.
I reach down to pet the cat, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as Mark's voice continues to flow like a gentle stream in the background.
Suddenly, the cat's ears perk up, and it darts away with a startled meow as a loud crash echoes from the direction of the deli.
