In the darkness, the bar seemed larger than it was. The only source of light was a Corona neon sign hanging above the counter. Under its light, a young man and a girl were having their drinks. There was no other human presence around.

"I think you need a refill," he said, pointing at her glass with his.

She looked at it, then glanced around. "I don't see the bartender."

"No problem," he said. "I can mix something for you."

He grabbed her glass, stood up, and walked towards the back bar.

"What'll you have?" he asked her.

She shook her head while smiling at him. "The one you know best."

"Got it," he said.

He went through the variety of bottles. They were all covered in dust. It seemed like they had been untouched for many years. After a moment, he decided on a Goslings' Rum.

"Can I talk about something that makes me feel strange?" he asked while putting her glass on the sink and placing a new one on the bar.

She nodded and stared at him with her lips slightly parted.

"A thousand years from now, this moment will no longer exist," he said. "Not even as a memory."

She leaned her head slightly to one side. "Isn't that long enough?"

"It is for us," he replied. "But for the universe, it's only a fraction of fraction of a second."

He poured some of the rum, closed the bottle, and returned it back to where he found it.

"And you know what's the strangest thing?" he said while repeating the same procedure with a lime juice. "If I close my eyes, I can see the empty space that is left after that happens."

"What does it look like?" she asked.

"Just like the world as it is now, he replied. "But without this. Without us."

After pouring the last ingredient and washing his hands like a surgeon after an operation, he placed the drink in front of her.

She thanked him, and picked it up with care. "What's this drink called?"

"Explosions in the sky," he answered.

She took a sip, and complimented him.

"Why don't you look at it like this," she said, with her eyes fixed on her glass. "Like our minds and bodies, this moment will become stardust, and then float through space."

He looked at her and sipped his drink. For some reason, he found it particularly strong this time.

"And exist forever?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "Just in a new form."

They kept quiet, lost in their thoughts for a while, sipping their drinks.

"I wonder why we are the only people here," he asked after a moment.

She looked around. All the seats were empty, and there was total silence.

"Maybe this moment already turned into stardust a long time ago," she said. "And right now, it is being played somehow. Like a movie."

She made a pause, and started drawing circles on the bar with her index finger. "But because it's based on my memory," she continued, "there is only you and me."

He looked at her with a smile on his face. She smiled back, and held his hand.
Eyes closed, he imagined the moment disintegrating and returning to the stars, to continue existing there for eternity.