Layla, the angel of death, was flabbergasted at the red-haired Latina's challenge.

"Are you trying to bargain your way out of it?" She leans in with suspicion.

Abby shakes her head. "I'm not fighting my eventual demise. Just wanted to shoot my shot with the beautiful mistress of death."

Her dark chocolate eyes widen. "You're not afraid to die?"

"Nope," her nonchalant words shock Death. Most people would try to bargain for more time.

"Isn't there anyone you want to say bye to?"

"I don't want to take time away from our date," she gazes into her eternal eyes. "What's your favorite song?"

"Abby, Eros played a joke on us. Why would you indulge in that?"

"What if it's not a joke? Humor me, please. That's my final wish before you collect my soul."

Layla checks the black timer which has four minutes left to go. Abby hands her phone over with Spotify opened.

"Play your favorite song. It can be anything. I won't judge you."

Death sighs and inputs a song in the search bar. She hits play.

Transparent Soul plays.

Layla looks at Abby's feet that aren't tapping exactly to the beat.

"She's my favorite! I have tickets to see-" before realizing her pending death. "Anyway, do you have a favorite food?"

"I don't eat. Not needed."

"Hmmm. Do you have any pets?"

"None."

"It must get lonely for you."

"I'm fine. I know you had a black kitten named Marco", she states clearly. Abby's pearly whites make something inside thud against her chest.

"Marco was the cutest thing. I did all I could to help him, but he was too sick. At least I gave him some peace," she somberly smiles while reflecting. "Did you collect him when he passed?"

Death nods. "I talked with him too."

She tilts her head with widened eyes. "You did?"

"He said he was lucky to have you as an owner."

"Will I get to see him?"

"I can't say where you will end up. It's part of my job."

"I bet you know my life up until this point," she thinks aloud.

"I do, even the near-death experiences."

"Even that time I slipped in the shower?" She waggles her eyebrows. Layla turns her face from the teasing comment.

Abby's laughter breaks the tension. "I must have looked great to you on my back."

The collector can't help but chuckle along with her. She cuts it short, wondering more about this mortal.

"How much time is left?"

"2 minutes."

Abby jumps to her feet. "Let's dance for a minute then."

She just lets loose with waving arms as her boots crunch the snow. She's out of beat, but it mesmerizes Death who danced to the tune. Her timer buzzes with one minute remaining.

Abby pants from the quick dance. "I have two more things if you're comfortable. Will you hold my hands?"

Death obliges to make things easier. As soon as their hands touch, a jolt runs up her spirit.

"Are you okay?"

"I am. What's your final wish?"

Her soft emeralds flutter at her. "May I kiss you?"