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Everything about the evening was just right. The stars twinkled like little night lights in the sky, the temperature felt like a light sheet of silk on the skin, and Claude and Constance were in love. They clasped each other's hand as if not even the Grim Reaper could tear them apart.

They glided across the walkway to a cafe that was within view of the Eiffel Tower. They could smell the aroma of fresh pastries and coffee beans tickling their noses as they walked through a lighted walkway. The cafe was appropriately named Amour. Claude had gotten them the reservation there.

A friendly waiter seated them at a table outside and handed them their menus. Claude asked him which wine he recommended, and he suggested the Louis de Sacy Brut Champagne to celebrate their obvious bliss. They accepted his offer, and he left to go retrieve a bottle for them while they looked over the menu further.

The couple began talking about how this fairytale came to be. It was the typical love story where Constance came to France to visit family and met the handsome artist while he was drawing portraits for people who walked by. She immediately caught his attention with her dark, penetrating eyes, playful smile and her beautifully toned legs on which a floral printed skirt danced. Likewise, she was drawn into his mysterious diamond blue eyes, muscular build and obvious talent.

Just as they were reminiscing about their very first date, a shadow loomed before them, asking for their order. At first Claude started to order for them without meeting the waiters glance. When he did look up, however, he was surprised to see a cloaked figure holding a notepad and pen. Constance then followed his shocked gaze and verified what he saw with her own disbelief.

"Um...is this some kind of joke?" Claude asked.

"Nope, no joke. I'm the Grim Reaper," the hooded man replied.

"That's a good one," Claude responded as him and Constance let out a nervous laugh.

The Grim Reaper retorted, "Seriously. I'm the soul collector."

"Right, you got fired from that job and became a waiter," Constance chimed in.

"No," he sighed. "I'm still the Grim Reaper and I'm here to collect. Claude, you are coming with me."

Now Claude was worried. He supposed that this man could have overheard his name in his conversation with Constance, but they were fairly quiet. He looked around at the other tables and no one else seemed to notice the freak in a black cape. He started to wonder if this was the real deal.

"So what's with the notepad and

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