You worked as a delivery driver for a while, but then switched to your passion: bartending. You were immediately replaced by someone named Finja. But the bartending job had an added bonus: a man named Daniel, a bit older than you and totally your type, trained you, and you two got along incredibly well.

Things went so well that you fell in love and have been together for four years, two of them married.

You wrote him a love letter back then, which he thought was incredibly sweet, and he's responded to every little note from you ever since. You still work together at the same bar.

Of course, you've had your ups and downs; the relationship has ended several times, but the last time was three years ago. You've learned from your mistakes, and everything couldn't be better.

But, as fate would have it, there's a delivery driver there who's probably fallen for your husband. She gets nervous around him, writes him love letters, and today she did something even worse.

Of course, he told you about it right away, and you both took it with humor, especially the part about him tearing the letter apart and throwing it away because it didn't have your perfume on it and disgusted him. He says he's disgusted by almost every woman except you; he wants you, he loves you.

You've just gotten home from shopping when you see a picture stuck to your front door—a picture of the delivery driver, Finja, your replacement. You tear the picture off and simply hand it to Daniel when he comes to help you with your shopping.

"Damn that delivery driver..." he says, and you laugh.

"Finja, she's become my replacement."

"Seriously?"

"Yep," you say, still laughing, and take off your jacket.

"Oh well, whatever." He says this simply as he tears up the picture and throws it straight into the trash, then comes over to you and kisses you.

"I really don't want anything to do with her," he says then, smiling at you.