A glass of wine with Death

"So, are you ready?"
"No... I don't think so", I stuttered, "I wasn't expecting this, to be honest."
I was sitting at a table for two, face to face with a man and a glass of red wine in front of me.
"Well, what did you think it would happen? That a red demon or a skeleton of some sorts with a scythe will come to take you?" replied the man, staring at me with his eyebrow raised.
"To be honest, yes. I performed a ritual to summon Death to take me away, now I'm seated at a table with a glass of wine in front of me." I was clenching my fists in my lap, nervous about this unexpected result.
"That would be just rude of me, don't you think? Not to mention that the inelegance of the apparition
 you just described." To say that his nonchalance was shocking is an understatement. He took a sip from the glass in front of him, the red wine slightly coloring his pink lips.
"You're Death then?" I asked shyly, spreading my hands on the table.
"I am. You summoned me, so here I am.Tell me young man, this isn't the first time you've thought of me or desired my presence, what made you go further now with your wish?"
He spoke in an elegant manner, his voice like black velvet surrounding me, then he touched my hand with just the tip of his finger. Cold chills ran deep into my body, right into my soul, making my anxiety disappear for the moment and offering me comfort. I lifted my head and stared mesmerized at his eyes darker than the pitch black night.
"Isn't it obvious? I want to die." I responded, staring at him blankly.
"You're gonna have to expand on that response my dear, we're not in a hurry after all." chuckled the Death. "Also, please don't insult me any further and toast with me this glass of fine wine, don't let it go to waste."
Taken aback by his remark, I lifted the glass and the clinking sound filled the room. Still a bit nervous, I tasted the wine, feeling refreshed by it's sweet taste and strong aroma.
"Not bad, right?" asked the man, winking. "Now, let's get back to that response of yours."
He tilted his head to his left, waiting for me to talk.
"What more is there to say? I don't want to live anymore, I'm bored of trying to find reasons to remain alive and really, nothing seems to be worth my time anymore."
"Hm, aren't we a bit arrogant." His mocking response annoyed me a bit.
"Why are you even asking me these questions? You should've known since I've summoned you about my reasons, I wasn't aware this would be a full on interrogation." I said, crossing my legs.
He brushed his messy dark brown hair with one hand, clearly not impressed by snappy attitude. "Now now, don't be rude. The reason why I'm asking you this is because I've sensed with that one touch that you don't really desire this. And to tell you the truth, no one really does."
I sighed, staring at him, somehow the serenity of his expression put me at ease. After examining the features of his face, I took another sip from the glass of wine.
Feeling the sweetness of the wine, I've asked finally "Let me ask you the question on everyone's mind, do heaven and hell exist? And which one will welcome me?"
"My dear boy..." he responded, taking my hand into his, "how naive of you think that you have a choice. Your soul, your everything belongs to me."
"So hell it is then?" I chuckled.
"Who knows?" he lifted his shoulders, "wherever we go it will be interesting nonetheless."
"I take it I'm to return now?" I asked disappointed.
The tone of sadness in my voice caught his interest, "What is there to lose if you do?"
"I just don't know if it will make any difference if I go with you now or let's say in ten years from now. What will make me change my mind?" I looked into his eyes.
"Money, love, a brilliant career, I don't know. Read some cliche books to learn how to live, learn Japanese, how to dance tango, make a plan, the list could go on."
"This was part of my plan." I said, like it wasn't obvious.
"Just because you made a plan, it doesn't make it right, nor does it justify your selfish gesture." he whispered, lifting my chin.
Somehow my conviction was dwindling the more I was talking with him. He must've felt the same, as he flashed a wide smile "Do you still want to come with me?"
I was longing to see the interesting things he'd promised me, to let myself get carried away by his charisma, however I wasn't certain I was ready in that moment.
"Maybe one day Death, but not today." I responded, getting up from my chair.
"I'm looking forward to that day."
His gentle face was the last thing I saw before closing my eyes.