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"Dave looked at her with a disturbed look in his eyes,but still he smiled,sipping his coffee as slow and as quietly as possible.Sarah acted as if she didn't notice this,but still,it filled her mind,puzzling her.She pushed her thoughts elsewhere and grabbed his hand and he let her intertwine their fingers together.They just sat there,for almost an hour,doing nothing but refilling their coffee and staring at each other,contently.

Then,after a while,he asked,"If i were to die,would you still talk to me?".Now,she didn't hide her bewilderment,giggling as well,"But you're dead,what else is there to talk about?". He pondered on her answer,thinking for a moment,to which he replied,"Well,i maybe dead,but you're not,so you can talk about your life".

The diner was deserted,only with two customers,sited at the end in a booth.It was still too early for anyone to be up for work,but here those two customers,happily enjoying their coffee."Well,what if my life wasn't that fun after your gone,would you still want to hear it?"."Your life is never boring,i can assure you.And yes,every word.". She felt kinda disturbed with this conversation,but still,she continued.

"Dave,why are we even having this conversation?",she asked. He looked as if he sort of anticipated this question. "Well,you know when you get married,they say 'till death do you part',what if i didn't want to part after i'm dead?". He tighten his grip on her hand,slightly. "Maybe we'll skip that part if we ever get there,okay?",she said,trying to comfort her better half.

He smiled,faintly,but still, a smile,which is enough to take her breath away.She saw again that disturbed look in his eyes,in which he tries to hide with a sip from the pastel green mug that looked like it belonged in the sixties.Vintage,she thought."Promise me,or better yet,let's make a promise to talk to each other even when we're dead? And if we can't answer,that we'll just listen?". Now Sarah was the one with the disturbed look. She stared at him for a while,sipping her coffee.

"I promise",she finally says."I know you think this is weird of me,but...its just that,i want someone to talk to,you know? Being dead isn't much fun.",he said,with the diner starting to have other customers that looked like they worked at a construction site,with yellow neon vests and bright orange helmets.

"I know",Sarah replies,still felling very peculiar about the conversation they had. They continued with their staring and drinking contest,with the occasional smile and facial expressions.They both finally got up,finishing their drinks,and Dave paid for the coffee.They walked out of the diner,both of them felt warm and content. They both tighten their grip on their jackets,trying to keep the cold winter morning air at bay.Dave put his arm around Sarah,trying to keep her warm,while she leaned her head towards his chest,hugging him in the process.They both continued walking,having no direction or purpose,not knowing where this relationship is going,but both of them agreeing,that was the best cup of coffee they ever had."