Tess watched as Monica took the extra-large mocha latte from the man behind the counter at Starbucks.
The young angel turned, and found herself nose-to-nose with her mildly irritated supervisor—and, all things considered, even mild irritation on her part could be dangerous for the person (or angel) who caused it.
She very nearly splashed both herself and the older angel with the steaming beverage as she jumped in surprise. "Tess! You scared me!!"
Tess crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "Mm-hm. I bet I did."
Seeing the expression on her friend's face, Monica sighed. "You found him, didn't you?"
A nod. "Yes."
"Oh."
"And would you be so kind as to tell me why you did what you did to that poor Angel Boy?" (Translation: Tell me. Now.)
The Irish angel ducked her head to hide the heat that crept up her cheeks and mumbled, "He deserved it."
"Excuuuse me?"
"Um, I should go back and get him down?"
"Right. Now go."
Monica faded into invisibility—to the human eye, that is—as she hurried off to where she'd left her friend.
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He wriggled.
He twisted.
He squirmed.
And still he could not find a way to escape.
Andrew sighed in exasperation and reached his arm up behind him, biting his lip and he jerked the collar of his coat, and a painful tearing sound split the air as the fabric of his beloved coat gave way.
Less than a second later, a loud thump resounded throughout the house as a "human" body hit the floor at top speed.
Silence eclipsed for several moments and then:
"Ow."
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Monica stepped into the house, noticing the eerie silence. Uh-oh.
She peered around the door she'd left him hanging on.
He was gone.
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