This was a therapeutic chain of events.

THREE

The next morning I woke up, the first thing on my mind was Larry. I looked at my phone which I had thankfully remembered to put on charge during the night, and it was 7:02am. I looked out my window to see the snow had set during the night, I stuck my hand out the window and it was fucking freezing, however that wasn't on my mind for long, as I lifted up my arm, I fucking reaked of sweat and weed. The first thing on my mind was a shower.

When I got out, I threw on my long white sleeved tee shirt with my pink Floyd one over the top, my black skinny jeans and buckle army boots. I grabbed my phone, my purse, coat and scarf and headed downstairs, my parents probably weren't even awake yet, I don't even know their daily routine any more, I never cared enough to ask. As I was about to go out the front door I remembered Larry's dog. Our Golden Retriever Bronco passed away a year ago, but I think we still had his food somewhere. When I looked through the pantry, I found it on the top shelf, it was perfect and fit just under my arm, then I went to the coat cupboard and got one of my Dad's old winter coats, he won't miss it any more, he never even wears it, probably won't even know it's gone.

I walked out of my front door and down the steps onto the side walk, it was super cold out, but as I started walking I warmed up a little. I then spotted my favourite little cafe, the squirrel hill cafe and picked up my regular order. I got Larry a blueberry muffin, a chocolate muffin, a toasted bagel with cream cheese, two of those swirly sugar cookie things and a bacon roll, topped off with a hot cup of coffee, which looking at the weather, I would say he's probably dying for. 

I thanked Jenny, the woman behind the counter who always served me and made my way out the red painted door. The streets were beginning to get busier as I stepped out on to the side walk, spotting the scrawny bench not too far from where I was standing. 

"Hey Larry." I said walking up to him and taking a seat next to him on the bench. 

"Hello Ronnie, nice to see you." He said as he smiled.

"I brought you breakfast." I said handing him the now warm paper bag full of food. 

"Oh you didn't have to do that, I would've been content with just your company." That made my heart melt three times over. I couldn't believe one man could be so happy with an existence like his. 

"It's no problem." I said faking a smile to cover my now broken heart. "I also brought something for..." I paused, I didn't know the name of his dog. "Who's this?" I said fussing the head of the adorable thing sitting next to me. 

"This is Romeo." Larry spoke after sipping at his coffee. "Romeo say hello to Ronnie." Larry spoke. That was when, almost on queue Romeo lifted his paw into my hand for me to shake. 

"Why thank you kind sir." I said laughing afterwards. "Don't think I forgot about you to." I grabbed the dog food from behind me and immediately Romeo's ears pricked up and he was on two legs trying to get to the bag of gold before his eyes. I grabbed my now empty coffee cup and filled it with dog food, putting it on the floor for Romeo to eat. Which he took no time in doing so. 

"This is very kind of you miss Ronnie..." He paused he smile never fading. "But I have to ask, why are you spending your Saturday morning out here in the cold, with an old conker like me?" He asked smiling suspiciously at me. I thought about it for a moment.

"Umm... I dunno, I guess I just, like the company is all." I said, it was true, I never got any attention from home, when I did it was never good. The company on a night out, was the only company I craved, because I was surrounded by the only people who care enough to give it to me. The only other company I received was after a fuck, where the guy felt inclined to kiss you after pulling out, before hitching up his pants and moving on to the next girl. Not that I was any better.