The Reaper's Mistake

Mad Hatter's Tea Party?

The following year he sat down on the corner of the street and just touched people who walked by not even paying attention to their mortal clocks. They would get sick or fall asleep and never wake up. He was a great reaper and the sounds of dia des los Muertos was upon him and he began his search once again for his shining pink soul. He had two days to find that soul. Two days before he had to go to the next portal and continue reaping souls. As he flew through the parade and the cemetery covered in golden marigolds and food and wine. He grabbed a nice taco from a platter and kept on his search. Seeing all the spirits he had once reaped looking over their families was warming his cold blackened heart.
Then as he finished his taco he seen it. Oh my god it was beauitful he crept closer and closer to the left of the soul and he noticed the looks of the person who the soul belonged to and she was gorgeous.
She was tall about 5 ft 6 inches long multi colored hair a beautiful sugar skull painted on her face making her pink eyes stand out. "Filius cannis!" Son of a bitch. She was magical. He turned his ring and before he could make himself visable she turned and looked directly at him. "You know cussing in latin is kinda rude on this day." He looked genuinely shocked. "You can see me?" No one was supposed to be able to him unless she was already dead or spirit touched or had a near death experience. "Yes i can see you. Why are you fidgeting with that ring?" He was generally nervous about talking to her now that he had found her. He didn't know what to do or say.
"Hmmm what is your name?" Maybe getting her name would jog his foggy memory.
"My name is Paloma Santino. I am a 4th generation Countess of Alicante. I know who you are Reaper. Why are you following me?" Her voice carrying a touch of haughtiness. Her Spanish accent making her R's roll with a pur that sent shivers down his spine.