C68 Mark's POV

Walking into my apartment, I dumped my jacket on the couch, folded the sleeves of my dress shirt and headed for my room. Brielle walked past me staring straight ahead. It was like I didn’t even exist to her. I ignored her and went into my room to shower.

Once I was out in a grey t-shirt and sweatpants, I wrapped a towel around my neck as I dried off my hair with it