[ WP ] Your name is Death . You work 168 hours a week as the reaper of souls on planet Earth . You 're living on just a couple bucks above minimum wage , you like to travel , you have a crush on the reaper on planet Xenor and you secretly take 4 sugars in your coffee . Today is your first ever day off .

`` You just leave it there, please.'' 
 
 The waitress placed the sugar bowl on the table and walked away. Death took two sugar cubes out of the bowl. She turned around. Death noticed something in the young woman's mind. 
 
 `` Uhm. So, how's your mother doing, darling?'' 
 
 `` I -- We do n't know. Doctors are not sure. She might have to go to surgery soon.'' 
 
 `` Today?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' Her nose and mouth turned like a question mark. 
 
 `` Today is a good day for surgery.'' 
 
 `` You sure?'' She looked out through the window. `` It looks specially grim today. I have a bad feeling.'' 
 
 `` No. I am sure everything is going to be fine.'' 
 
 The waitress smiled and headed back to her job. Death took one more sugar cube from the bowl and stirred it with a spoon inside his cup. The waitress approached a couple of times. `` More coffee?'' `` I still have mine.'' `` Ok.'' Death's hand was over the sugar cubes, tapping the border of the bowl with a graduation ring shaped like a greyhound. 
 
 `` Are you alright?'' She blushed a little. `` Sorry. Everyday you are come in and out like a force of nature. I think you never said anything more than'coffee to go' here before. And today you are there. Just sitting.'' She bit her bottom lip like trying to stop herself. `` Is there something wrong?'' 
 
 Death took a long breath and pointed the bar with his thick strong pale chin. 
 
 `` Do you think I could use that?'' 
 
 The waitress turned around. Death slid one last cube of sugar into the coffee. 
 
 `` The phone, I mean. I have a number burning a hole in my pocket.'' 
 
 `` Sure!'' She skipped between the tables and jumped back with a small redish wireless phone shaped like a buttplug. `` Here.'' 
 
 `` Thank you.'' 
 
 Death's long bony fingers touched the waitress' hand. She felt the chilling calmness possessing her body. 
 
 `` Is there anything else I can do for you?'' 
 
 `` Do you know how to talk to women?'' 
 
 She giggled while slid herself to the opposite chair in Death's booth. `` I know a couple of things.'' 
 
 Death took a small, rugged piece of paper from his left jacket pocket and started to punch numbers in the phone. `` Yeah?'' 
 
 `` How is she like? Do you know her for long?'' The waitress had an interested look on her face. She was smilling like a school girl. Head bent sideways. A thumb pressed against the bottom lip. 
 
 `` -- seven, nine --'' 
 
 `` So?'' 
 
 Death's eyebrowns were of a deep black in contrast with his skin. And they moved like angry caterpilars. 
 
 `` Is it long distance?'' 
 
 `` Oh yes.'' 
 
 `` I do n't think this phone does long distance. Sorry.'' She tried to touch his hand, but Death moved back in a heisty motion. 
 
 `` I have to go, then.'' 
 
 `` No. Let me help you. Let me go with you.'' 
 
 `` Sorry, dear. I am not working today.'' 
 
 The waitress stood helpless. `` Please.'' Her hands were down on her legs now. `` Please?'' A funny little pout and an angry stare. `` Please!'' She screamed. But only Death could hear her. 
 
 `` Sorry, dear. I am never off duty, except today.'' Death walk towards her and fixed her hair. The cold, calming sensation took over her body. `` I will come back tomorrow for you. I promise.'' 
 
 A muffled scream was heard faraway from the back of the bar.
