When you are walking down the street invisibly, you are not expecting to be noticed. This is why Gabriel nearly jumps out of his skin-which wasn't really his because he just currently lives in it, but that's beside the point- when someone taps him on the thigh. He looks down, not quite knowing what else to do, and looks right into the green eyes of a little boy around the age of 4-5 who's gazing at him with a bright but slightly vacant expression.
"You're glowing, Sir. Do you know that?"
The little boy blinks owlishly and proceeds to stare at him, reminding Gabriel of a certain horror-movie-doll and consequently kind of creeping him out. Nobody is supposed to be able to see him, but here's this little boy, standing in front of him, declaring with an almost endearing determination that he apparently is glowing?
He's made aware of the fact that the boy is still standing in front of him when said boy tilts his head to the side and Dad-dammit, he's still staring at him. It seems like the boy is expecting an answer.
"Uh," says Gabriel. How sophisticated. Try again.
" You see-"
Before he can produce more inarticulate sounds, the presumed father of the child emerges from the steadily flowing crowd of people that went shopping or whatever it is that humans do on Saturday afternoon.
While Gabriel tries to subtly find out what city he's actually in, the more than a little pudgy man seizes the child in an iron-grip around his arm that has the black-haired boy whimpering in pain.
Gabriel uses the man's momentary distraction to take a good look at the child. The boy has a weird haircut that has his hair short at the sides, leaving only one ridiculous long strand in the front, letting it nearly touch the boy's nose. Gabriel notes that he also looks unhealthily skinny, and carefully files that titbit away under the folder of 'possible child neglect?'
"What are you doing? I told you not to get lost, freak!", hisses the fat man and drags the boy back into the crowd of stressed people milling about them, vanishing quickly without acknowledging Gabriel at all. So it's not his own fault, Gabriel thinks, his magic is apparently still working. For a minute, the Archangel watches the busy people around him in contemplative silence, observing the different individuals and their respective life as they part around him subconsciously.
Something about the boy doesn't quite strike right. It makes something tickle inside his brain, almost as if he's forgotten something, something important.
After a few more moments of intense thinking, the Trickster snaps up a bar of Hershey's chocolate and vanishes.