"So, why don't you sit?" Coffey pulled out one of the stools as he sat down back on his bar stool. "Red wine too." He said with a broad smile on his face as he turned to look at Conan.
Conan cleared his throat as he looked at the bartender. "Thank you." He mumbled as he sipped a little.
"Red wine was once my favorite wine. I wouldn't walk into the Westside café and not order red wine." He chuckled softly as he sipped his wine.
He exhaled heavily as he smiled. "Here happens to be my favorite spot in the whole Westside. Holds so many memories I still can't let go." He smiled as he looked at Conan.
"Have you ever lost a loved one before? When it becomes impossible to let go despite knowing that you will never get to see that person again. Does a life after death even exist?" Coffey chuckl
