New Beginnings

And so it begins

Marks POV

Walking down the brisk streets of New York feeling the icy wind against my neck. I decide to step into a nearby craft store to warm up for a minute.

The bell above the door dings as I step into the warm cozy shop.

The woman behind the counter looks up at me.

Crap. Now I have to pretend like I'm gonna buy something.

I think, as I avoid eye contact with her and continue to walk around the store. 

I awkwardly hide behind a shelf where nobody can see me and pull out my phone. Someone named Jack was on my Instagram page.

I look at his account for a while, a picture of him in a tux makes me smile. I comment on it and I stuff my phone back into my pocket. And walk out of the store after I've warmed up.

I walk down the street for about half a mile and then my apartment come into sight.

I run to it because it is fairly cold and I don't want to be outside any longer.

I walk up some steps to where my apartment is and turn my key into the lock on my door.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket I see that Jack has been liking more of my photos.

I open a new DM on Instagram and see if he will talk to me.

Me: Hey!

At first there is no reply so I set my phone down to go say hi to Chica.
She's asleep on the couch and I sit down next to her and rub her belly.

"Who's a good Chica Chee? Oh who's a good bub, you are!" I say in a cooing voice as I rub her stomach. She rolls over and trys to lick my face.

"Pff- ugh Chica! Stop!" I plead as I fall to the ground laughing, Chica still licking my face.

I hear the deep rumble of my phone vibrating and have to push Chica off of me.

"Ok- Okay baby girl get off I need to go talk to Jack." Chica instead of standing up just lays down on my chest. She looks up at me with sad eyes.

"Yep. That's right, you know Daddy has more interests besides you." Chica nuzzles her face in my body.

"Jack is very cute, and you know that Daddy hasn't been with anybody since Rebecca." The thought of Rebecca makes me shake my head. I lift up Chica and place her back onto the couch.

She sighs sadly but accepts her fate.

"I'll be right back Chica." I wave to her and step into the kitchen to see my phone.

I grab it and head back to the couch where Chica lays. I sit down next to her, she scoots closer and sits her head on my lap.

I pet her head for a second and then grab my phone. Turning it on I see the notification from Instagram.

Jack: Hi! How's it going?

I type for a moment and then send my message.

Me: Pretty good, just with my doggo. How bout you?

Jack: Aw! You have a puppy! I love dogs they are so sweet. And I'm doing good I just got home from work.