I opened my eyes to find the angel with its head cocked to the side, note in hand. I scooped the pen from the ground, walked towards the angel, and, careful not to touch the stone, took the note and replaced it with the pad and pen. This time, I stayed right next to the angel and closed my eyes. I felt a tentative hand stick a post-it to my forehead. I smiled, and pulled the note off of my face. I opened my eyes and shined the light at the ornate cursive in front of me. I was surprised that it knew how to write at all, let alone in cursive. It said Hi. I grinned again. I remembered that the angel was probably moving right now, as I wasn't looking at it. I directed the light towards where I had seen the angel before and found it sitting cross-legged on the ground, frozen in the middle of writing another note. I closed my eyes again, as I already trusted the angel. Maybe it was unwise, but I was caught up in the moment. I again felt a sticky note being stuck to my face, this time the hand was a little surer. I peeled the note away, and keeping my eyes closed, directed the flashlight towards my face and smiled.

I opened my eyes and threw the swath of light towards the paper. I talk, you know the note said. I smirked and said "Well, so do I. It's lovely to meet you. I'm Kate. What's your name?"

"Well, I don't have one. Angels don't speak or interact with each other. I only picked up writing and talking from watching humans." A deep, purring masculine voice informed me. I flicked the flashlight off.

"Wait, you're telling me you don't have your own name?!" I demanded. "If you fix my electricity, I may be able to help you find one." In response, I saw the light up the stairs flick on. "C'mon, TO THE INTERNET!" I bellowed, dashing up the stairs.

When I got upstairs, I ran to my bedroom to find my cat lounging on my bed. I ignored him and snatched up my laptop. I then walked into my kitchen, where I saw the angel, frozen and turned to stone with his head in the refrigerator. I laughed out loud, which caused me to close my eyes. "What's so funny?!" the nameless angel demanded.

"That's it, all men are the same!" I choked out once I could hold my laughter at bay. "Always in search of food!"

"Hey! I was just trying to figure out what it was!" He pouted. "Wait, you guys eat this stuff?" he asked, sounding curious.

I then realized that pretty much all the food in my fridge was uncooked, unassembled meals. "No, we cook it first!" I giggled. "And I'm actually hungry. So, name first, and then we'll cook something. Okay? How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me." He said.

"Well, come get behind me, because I have to have my eyes open to use a computer." I ordered as I set my laptop down on the breakfast bar and opened it. He obliged, and I opened my eyes up. I searched "top one hundred baby boy names of 2013."

"Hey! I'm not a baby!" he protested.

"Well, that's the easiest thing to search!" I defended. I pulled up a random page, and I could feel him breathing on my neck as he studied the names, looking for the perfect one for himself.

After scrutinizing the list for quite some time, he said "Benjamin. I like that. Benjamin."

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, Ben." I said. "Hey, is it just every time you touch someone that they go back in time, or only when you want them to?" I inquired.

The tone of his voice suggested that he was slightly taken aback by my sudden change in topic, but he answered nonetheless. "I have no idea. I've only ever touched someone to feed on the time energy."

"Interesting." I said. "Now it's time for dinner!" I proclaimed.