Reaper…

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“How can I help you?” he asked, leaning against the window.

“Um…”

“Yes?”

“I didn’t expect you to look the way you do,” I said, staring at him.

“What did you expect me to look like?”

“Oh, you know, bones, hooded robe, scythe, maybe some flames in the background.”

“Flames?” he laughed.  “That’s a new one.”

“Glad you find me amusing,” I growled.

He laughed harder.  “I like a woman with an attitude.”

“Then you’re gonna love me.”

“Actually, I haven’t been in love in a very long time.  It never ends well, for me.”

“Maybe you’re doing it wrong.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” he said, smiling. “Although, I have had thousands of years to perfect my technique.”

“That’s your problem.”

“Excuse me?”

“Love isn’t about technique, it’s about jumping off a cliff and not caring where you’ll land.”

“Ah, a romantic,” he signed.

“Not even a little,”…