Death and John Wick
Death turned her eyes to John and a genuine smile crossed her lips. She liked him. He was kind to her. He also gave her more work. Sometimes she wanted to smack him for it. But overall, she did not mind. "We shall never stop meeting like this, my dear." she said with a smile.
And Death did not care. He could be dressed in rags and she'd be fine. Treating him just like she would anywhere else.
"I have never experienced them with my own two eyes." she smiled a little. "I do not favor holidays, they all mean death in my book." it was true. Independence had been fought for, and thus people had died for it.