The Pros and Cons of You and Me

"No, you don't get it." He shook his head, smiling. "Taking your own life, that's easy. At least you know that at that exact moment, you're going to die. And you die in your own terms. But, having scientists and experts tell you that you only have a couple of years to travel the world, or go to art museums, or heck, even to just stop and smell the flowers, and knowing the fact that you could die literally at any second, I bet my entire short life that you'd shit your pants."

She was taken aback for a while, probably trying to digest his words, but then she chuckled before standing up. "Good talk, stranger. I'd love to keep this going but I really have to head home."

He smiled, his hand moved to scratch the back of his neck. "Well, these days we all have this portable magical device machine thingy that could send typed words across the globe in literal milliseconds, don't we?"

"Are you asking for my phone number?"

"No, are you?"

"Yeah. And I'm not even ashamed of it." She said, shoving her hand into the pocket of her coat before taking her phone out and lending it to him.

"Thought you'd never ask," he chuckled, putting his number into her phone. "Here you go."

She took the phone and placed it into her pocket again. "I'll text you?"

"I'll be waiting."

"Bye," she waved, before turning on her heel and walked away.