Chapter 11: Harvey

I jumped back over the counter and emailed Mark back and told him I would love to display the comic. I hoped secretly that she would be the one to deliver the display but my hopes we dashed to bits on the reef when Mark, himself, showed up. Mark was your stereotypical young hipster indie guy. He was wearing purple skinny jeans, black horn-rimmed glasses, black Chuck Taylors, and a tight vintage Spiderman t-shirt.