AN: Thanks all you guys for your wonderful reviews! RL got very much in the way of my writing – so did the other stories that I'm working on. I must admit that I had no plansto continue this story, but I had a feeling that I'd already written this chapter, and sure enough, I found it on an old CD I'd copied all my files to about a year and a half ago. So I figured I'd post it, mostly to make myself feel better about abandoning the story! I hope you like it, and happy reading! And maybe, if you're up to it, I could even get a few reviews out of you guys? Pretty please?
COFFEE HUNT
Chapter 3
"Forgiven?"
Andrew snuck around the corner, and found Monica staring dejectedly at Tess, who was lecturing her on her coffee-induced behavior…specifically, hanging a certain Angel of Death on the back of a door. The little Irish angel was looking more and more miserable with each moment that passed, and Andrew couldn't bear to see his friend like that, so he stepped out into the open, startling them both.
Monica let out a frightened yelp, and Tess bellowed, "What are you doing sneaking up on us like that, Angel Boy?"
Taken aback, Andrew stuttered, "Uh, I was, uh, just, uh—"
"Get to the point!"
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."
Tess' eyes narrowed, but she remained quiet.
Monica inched towards the Angel of Death carefully, afraid that he might be angry at her, and he merely crossed his arms over his chest as she said, "I—I'm—I'm sorry, Andrew; I shouldn't have done that. It was entirely too rude, and I apologize."
Andrew just stared at her, watching as she began to fidget under his gaze.
Monica swallowed hard and asked, "Am I forgiven?"
Finally, he gave in, and chuckled at the pitiful look on her face. "Of course you are, Miss Wings," he said, using Tess's fond nickname for the little angel.
She nearly collapsed in relief, and he put an arm around her shoulder as they walked off.
At the last moment before they disappeared out the front door, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Just don't do it again."