It was 3:40 in the afternoon. The sun shined over the city and there was a slight wind. Margo, Edith and Agnes were walking home when a car swerved around the corner. It headed straight for Agnes.

"Agnes! Look out!" Margo screamed. Suddenly someone grabbed Agnes out of the way just before the car would've hit her. Margo and Edith quickly ran over to Agnes and the stranger. "Agnes are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Agnes replied. Margo turned to the stranger. "Thank you.." Margo paused.

"Mark," the stranger replied.

Margo looked at Mark. He was about her age. He had brown hair, his eyes were just as brown as Margo's and he wore glasses. He wore a white shirt, a blue hoodie, brown shorts and white running shoes.

"Thank you for saving Agnes."

Agnes tried to get up but her ankle hurt so much she couldn't. She screamed in pain. Margo and Mark both looked at Agnes.

"She probably sprained her ankle," Mark stated. "Do you live near here? I can carry her back to your house."

"As a matter of fact, we do. Follow me," Margo lead everybody back to the house.

Gru was waiting out on the lawn. "Girls Girls! What took you so long? And why is that guy carrying Agnes?"

"Oh, this is Mark," Margo pointed to Mark. "A crazy driver almost hit Agnes. If Mark hadn't pulled her away of the street when he did, Agnes probably would be dead right now."

Mark placed Agnes down making sure that she would be okay and then turned to Gru, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Gru looked at him. "Thank you for saving Agnes."

"No problem," Mark looked at his watch. "Sorry, I need to go. Bye!"

Mark ran off waving his hand before he turned the corner.

"Well, let's go inside. I have dinner ready," Gru said as he turned around and entered the house.

They had dinner and soon it was time for them to go to bed. Gru tucked them in, turned the lights off and closed the door.

5 minutes of silence went by. Suddenly Edith broke the silence. "So, about Mark. do you like him?"

Margo jerked up straight her face almost red as a tomato, "Wha-what? What makes you think that?"

"Hah! You're blushing! So you do like him!"

"Cut that out! It's not funny."

"I think he's nice," Agnes stated.

Margo and Edith spent the entire night bickering over wether Margo liked Mark.