The whole room permeated the fragrance of coffee, the stranger and me sitting across from each other. Holding the coffee cup trying to keep the warm temperature in my palm.
“Why there are bad guys?” I asked while the stranger was trying to take a sip of his coffee. He paused, put the coffee cup down, leaned his body trying to get closed to me.
“You really want to know the truth?”
“Yes….” I whispered.
The stranger…. He leaned back to his seat took a deep breath, hesitated and said
“All right, let me end your curiosity. The reason is… if there are no bad guys, there is no heaven.”