Broken Up

Michael

I opened the door to my front office, and before it could close, someone attacked me. Two strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and a chunk of black hair flew into my mouth. A wet sensation pressed against my cheek.

“Michael!” Natalia’s voice filled my ears.

I leaned my head back and spat her hair out of my mouth.

“Damn, Natalia. You scared the shit out of me.”

She dropped back down to the floor. Her hair was much shorter than it had been the last time I saw her. Her physical appearance changed as quickly as the cars she drove.

I caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. A big lipstick stain took up most of my cheek.

“I told you not to kiss me when you wear that stuff,” I said.

She pouted her thick red lips. “I missed you, darling. And I have so much to tell you.”

I crossed the room to the sink in the small bar nook. I grabbed a towel and wet it under the stream of water then rubbed at the lipstick stain. Natalia knew that annoyed me yet she always did it whenever