[Another flustered wave of the hand before she catches on and brings it to her chest. She wondered if he'd laugh were he human. Still, she smiles and inclines her head in a respectful nod.]
And you, Archangel Michael.
[Her cheeks pink further, her blush creeping down to her chest as he studies her and despite the echo of 'it's rude to stare', she stares back. He looked so human, just impossibly still and poised. He moves away and she's oddly disappointed. It takes her a moment to formulate an answer.]
Most likely. I doubt you'd be a visitor to my aunt's cafe. Or Cloudland.
[She looks away, drawing in a deep breath and sighing, trying to ease her nerves. She was only shy because of who he was. Not because he felt so very familiar.]
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[Another flustered wave of the hand before she catches on and brings it to her chest. She wondered if he'd laugh were he human. Still, she smiles and inclines her head in a respectful nod.]
And you, Archangel Michael.
[Her cheeks pink further, her blush creeping down to her chest as he studies her and despite the echo of 'it's rude to stare', she stares back. He looked so human, just impossibly still and poised.
He moves away and she's oddly disappointed. It takes her a moment to formulate an answer.]
Most likely. I doubt you'd be a visitor to my aunt's cafe. Or Cloudland.
[She looks away, drawing in a deep breath and sighing, trying to ease her nerves. She was only shy because of who he was. Not because he felt so very familiar.]
So what brings you to the market on this day?