"Damn, Mike!" Liz said.
Mike kept interfering in her life whether she liked it or not. He had become a menace and a problem. And problems she did not like.
Liz had a special way to deal with problems, and make them go away. Mike just had to go.
Liz remembered last Christmas crystal clear. She had made a fool out of herself. Never again she had said. Never again.
And now he stood in her hallway. And she had let him in. She'd even made coffee and some sandwiches for them to eat. What was her problem? She could solve large and complicated equations, but say no to Mike she could not. She was disturbed. And if you'd ask her herself, she would have claimed schizophrenia.
Never had a man had such power over her, and she hated it. She despised him and whenever she heard his name in public, she frowned.
He sat down in front of her, in her ten-year-old IKEA kitchen. It had served her well. No complaints on quality. The kitchen was boring, but solid.
"Long time no see," Mike said.
Suddenly Liz's lips started to shake and her stomach ached. Her knees felt like rubber and her hands were as cold as a winter morning in February.
"I love you!" Liz said.