Michelle knocked on the door out of courtesy - she'd have wanted anyone else to do the same - letting herself in without waiting for a response. She surveyed the front room as she slid off her trainers with no hands, and dashed into the kitchen.
"You bastard." She said, with no hesitation.
Michelle did not have the patience for small talk; she was a hasty and straight to the point kind of person. She wasn't a time waster.
"Hello there Shelly," a man in the kitchen said, "I missed you."
Michelle wasn't stupid. She was very good at reading human emotions, and she didn't have to be a prodigy to know that the man had not missed her.
"You still don't lock your front door," Michelle tried sounding nonchalant.
"One day someone's gonna come in here and kill you in the most brutal way."
"Scary. Nobody comes here anyways." He smiled slightly, and Michelle noticed his dimples. Her favourite feature of his.
He was sitting on the countertop with his legs swinging, ice pop in hand and that horrible stripy green and white t-shirt he always wore, with the sewing hem ripped off the right sleeve.
Michelle was controlling her irritation towards him. She'd managed six months without the both of them communicating at all, but this is where she broke that streak.
"So, care to ask me what's going on, Samuel?" She asked.
"What's going on?" He repeated, trying to seem oblivious, "What is going on?"
Michelle new better than to fall for his manipulation once again. She did not trek all the way to his place for a disregarded conversation about the issue which clearly needed addressing.
She grabbed what remained of his ice pop, and finished it herself, throwing the wooden stick straight into the bin with impeccable aim. The summer heat was getting to her, and she wanted to stay composed incase Mr Samuel decided to pull another of his backhanded moves against her.
She dived into her white jeans' back pocket and pulled out her rose gold Samsung. 17:46. she swiped off all her notifications and opened up her camera roll, scrolling quickly through the infinite amount of screenshots and videos.
Samuel eyed her attentively, tilting his head as he tried to guess what preoccupied her so much.
Michelle turned her phone to face him, showing him a screenshot of several articles, all from a different day during that week.
"This is what's going on Samuel," she was disappointed to an extent, but she'd known beforehand what had been coming.
He stopped swinging his legs as he read the articles on the screenshot Michelle was holding out, the sides of his mouth stretching from ear to ear.
"Well," he said, "looks like me and you are gonna have to make a comeback, Shelly."
