“No! Let me stay with you! I promise, I’ll spend more time with you. I’ll start to love you more than food, more than myself, more than Netflix, more than the whole world! Just please, let me stay. I need you and your money!”
“Nope, too late now. You always say that. Everytime. But you never prove it. You never apply it to our lives. You remain seated on your chair, pouring your love to the things you eat. You were flirting with that strawberry, and now what, you were making out with that chicken. And that too a mild buffalo chicken wing. I’ve had enough with your love life. You are going to leave me in peace. This is good for both of us. You can continue loving food without having me interrupting you. You’re holding me back from my true love. Just let me find my real soul mate. Good bye.”
“Please! I beg of you!” she cried, “I have no other place to go. Don’t force me to leave my own house.”
“Too late! Get out of my house!” he shoved her out.
“Fine, I’ll leave and never come back, if that’s what you want.”
With that, she walked away. Out of the house, out of the neighborhood, and then out of the city. She didn’t stop after that. She kept walking. But suddenly she stopped and turned around. She walked right back into the city, into the neighborhood, and then back into the house. She walked up to the fridge, opened it, and looked around.
“Why are you still here?” he sighed.
“Is the pasta from yesterday still here, or did I finish that already?” she frowned.
“You still didn’t answer my question!”
She looked up from the fridge. “It’s cold outside. And besides, look at the clouds. It’s about to rain. Do you really expect me to walk in the rain?”