Stranger 2

Walking felt funny. I liked it though, and I paced back and forth in front of the restaurant. I like the way the wind felt on my skin. It also calmed my annoyance. Really? a random homeless guy? I know I didn’t have the exact amount of experience points saved to cash in my human for day card (honestly that is what it is called), but I pleaded an excellant point with the man upstairs. Beggars can’t be choosers, no pun intended. I had worked hard enough that she could make it 24 hours without me.

I glanced at my reflextion in the store windows next to the restaurant. I think I even have one swollen eye. Someone pushed passed me and I smiled at the feel of skin on my skin. Jesus, now I do look drunk. “Sorry” I spat out as the person glanced back in surprise. She looked back a few times, I could see her try to understand her own need to recognize me. I was warned about how people felt when they touched me. Being a guardian angel for thousands of years builds up an aura of reassurity. I can calm feelings brewing within. I must have solved something for the girl because I could still see her glancing back a few blocks up. I muster a smile and a wave and she embarassingly waves back and continues on. I saw her shake her head and shrug her shoulders as she turned the corner.

I’ve watched people for so long, I thought I’d be a natural, but I catch myself staring at the girl with probably what looks like a perverted half-smile in the middle of the side walk. It is then I see her look at me.

She is seated on the patio with a friend, drinking a beer. The new purple notebook she just bought sits in her friends hands. They are laughing and making fun of one another. She likes this friend and has let her in more than any other I’ve seen her have. I’m uneasy about her, but it is more her angels that always follow her around cleaning up the messes she leaves behind. She is spoiled in the worst way possible. The way she will never even realize. Maybe Melissa is waiting for the moment when the angels aren’t looking and she finally makes a mess she can’t clean up. Melissa does love a good trainwreck.

I’ve been spotted now and I need to make my move. I know I only have 24 hours once being seen by your center (name for person you guardian over) before you have to go back to your job. I have things I need to do!

I walk through the front gates of the patio. People are laughing and eating, someone is even crying. The food smells amazing, I want to plant my feet and stay in this place forever. But I move not-so-swiftly around the tables and head towards her. “May I sit with you while I wait for my brother?” Her friend’s mouth is open, in shock. She heard me say food instead of brother, the fun thing about me is that people hear what they need to make them feel calm. Her friend clearly was hungry. While Melissa, must have had family on her mind.

She looked me square in the eyes and simply, but fiercely said “No”. Interesting. The more I think I know her, the more she surprises me. I hear them argue about it as I walk away. I find myself slightly angry that her friend seemed more concerned about where I came from and what I needed than what she did. I was warned about that also though, that as angels our presence behind real life was so intense at times, that it was only fair to balance it out, that our real life presence had no feeling attached.

I shake it off, and focus on the enjoying walking again. So my first quest was a failure. I had more things to do today and my time was ticking away.