Thirty-one

"You gave me coffee, and I might have taken whiffs at the bar. What would you if I just die here in front of you huh?"

A mental image of a beautiful scenery of his plae white skin and lifeless platinum hair in contrast with his bright yellow jacket lying down on the cold hard floor made my heart race.

"You know I could feel the murder wheels turning in your head. My gosh you're a freak." He was amused and it was confusing so I voiced out my thoughts.

"I will get your corpse and buy preservatives to store you on my dining table and admire your beautiful dead body?"

"So you think I'm beautiful?"