"Hi," he greeted her, with a nervous smile.
He was a white guy with shoulder-length brown hair, a goatie and a plaid shirt. He had an average build, not fat, but didn't look too muscled-up either.
"Hey," she responded, trying to return the smile.
"I, uh, saw your..." he gestured at the armband. "Are you..."
"Up for capture?" she offered.
"Yeah."
"Yeah. My roommate dared me to do it. Did you want to... y'know... capture me?"
"Oh, wow, this is awkward, but... yeah. I'm capturing you." He forced a piff of laughter. "Uh, I'm Mark, by the way." He extended his arm.
"Gracie," she accepted it.
"So, Gracie... I guess I should take you home."
"I guess," she answered, equally nervous and excited about what was coming. She quickly texted Liv not to wait up, and then followed Mark.
She was lucky, probably. He seemed nice, not the kind of guy who'd do anything she didn't want - although that's exactly what she signed up for, so he probably was going to do things she didn't want, but she didn't think he'd go too far.
"So," she said, trying her best to sound casual, "have you ever done something like this?"
"No, never," he chuckled. "I mean, I did... well, this is personal, but I guess you won't mind, so I'll just say it: I did try tickling with my ex like a year ago, and that was fun, but I'd never done it with, you know a stranger. How about you?"
"No. Not at all. I, uh... I don't even have an ex, so, uh..."
"Hey, that's fine. No rush, right? Come on, I'm parked just there. It's a ten minute drive and we're there. I live..."
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