After a brief explanation on how the pipes were fixed, both the angel and the cowboy were now sitting at the table enjoying their dinner, more so than others.

Striker may have tried to keep a stern face regarding dinner, but the angel could tell by the swaying of his tail that he was in utter bliss with the food. Poor cowboy probably hasn't had a proper meal in who knows how long.

It's too bad she couldn't stay, but a deal's a deal. "There's more stew if you'd like more," she hummed, breaking the cowboy out of his thoughts.

"I'm fine," clearing his throat, "So, you'll be leaving after dinner?"

"Yep, I'll be heading into town and see if maybe I can find another job to earn enough to jump to the next town. Hopefully it won't take me long but who's to say," she sighed.

"Yeah, pretty sure it won't take you long with this in hand," the cowboy lifted his tail and placed a familiar looking bag to the angel.

Solrina's eyes glowed with glee, "My money bag! You found it!"

Striker chuckled, "Took me too damn long to find it." When he least expected it, the cowboy was lifted out of his seat and engulfed in Solrina's embrace.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!" she squealed, squeezing the poor cowboy, only for her to quickly let him go, "Sorry! Forgot you don't like hugs."

"At this point Canary, I don't see any reason to stop you," he huffed as he got back into his seat to finish the rest of his beef stew.

Solrina sat herself back and checked the contents of her bag, but before she could put the bag away she noticed a slip of paper inside.

"Striker?" the angel asked, "Did you leave this paper in here?"

"That's my personal phone number, if you're ever in deep shit just give me a call ya'hear?"

The angel smiled, he really did care about her. "Thank you Striker."

And the diabetes was form again, all the cowboy could do was avert his eyes away from her as he drank his serving of wine.

With the dishes washed, the table cleared, and the leftovers packed away, the cowboy watched as the angel flew away to the nearest town. With it being dark, he wouldn't have to worry about her being found out by any of the other imps when she gets there. For now though, all he wanted was to get some shut eye, never did he think spending an entire day with an angel could be this exhausting.

Going back inside, he noticed a neatly piled stack of hell bucks on the table. Even when she's already paid her debt, she still pays her 'rent'.

"Fucking angels," thought Striker as he lazily took the money from the table put the bills in his pocket as he moved upstairs and face planted into bed.

The next morning, the cowboy heard his personal phone going off! Already?! Not even a day and the angel was already in trouble?! Striker quickly grabbed his phone and answered it right away. "Canary?! Are you alright?!"

"I miss you!" she whined through the phone, "I missed hearing your voice."

The cowboy groaned, rubbing his temples, "When I said you can call me for an emergency, this is not what I meant."

"Please Striker, I want to hear you talk," she whimpered, more than likely pouting on the other end of the phone.

The cowboy sighed in annoyance, having a feeling this was going to be a repeating occurrence with the angel.

At first, it was all but annoying to receive a phone call from the angel three times a day, especially if he was on a job, but the cowboy imp had started to find himself looking forward to her calls. She would call him from a new city or town in a different ring always asking him if he was okay and if he was taking care of himself. After being 'scolded' at for missing a meal or pulling an all-nighter, the angel would go on and tell him all about her adventures in the different rings. Least he was getting an update about her well being with these phone calls.

At the moment, Striker had just finished a job when his phone went off. With a smile on his face, he picked up the phone to hear, "Howdy Cowboy, how you doing?" from the other end of the line.

"Howdy Canary, I'm doing just fine. Just finished a job actually."

"So you pulled an all-nighter?" she teased.

He chuckled, even miles away she's able to read him like a book.

"You're laughing! So that means yes!"

"You've caught me red handed Canary."

"I knew it. You really need to make sure you're getting rest Striker!" she pouted.

"Alright, alright as soon as I get home me and Bombproof are gonna get some shut eye, I promise." Even though he's not so sure she should take an imp's promise, "So how are you Canary? Ain't getting into too much trouble I hope?"

"I'm alright. I'm currently in Pentagram City! I might have to stay here for a while though."

"Why's that? Something wrong?"

"I'm running a little low on money, but don't worry! I have a friend here and she'll be able to help me with my situation."

"Another demon willing to help an angel? You seem to have a knack for bringing the good out of the worst of us."

"More like making the worst of messes into better situations." She giggled, "Oh! I got to go, running out of minutes on this payphone. Talk to you later Striker."

"Talk to you later too Canary."

Three weeks... It's been three weeks since Canary's last phone call.

Striker knew the angel wouldn't miss the opportunity to call him, and he was damn sure Pentagram City had plenty of payphones so she wouldn't have trouble finding one to use. If money was an issue, she would have asked her friend to borrow their phone right? It was so fucking frustrating she hasn't called him. Not that he cared, but the lack of a phone call from her felt like a sting to his pride. He's had many people fall for his charms, wishing to get a call from him, but to have the tables turn on you was infuriating.

"Why should I care? She's her own damn person and I'm not babying her anytime soon," he thought to himself.

Suddenly, the phone rang and in a heartbeat the cowboy answered, "Canary! You got a lot of explaining to do angel!" Great, he was scolding her. Was this how she felt when he wasn't taking care of himself? That wasn't important right now! The important thing right now is that this angel answer for her absence.

"I-It's good to hear from you too Striker," she responded, but something was wrong; she didn't sound as cheerful as she usually does when she calls him. She even sounded like she was crying.

"Canary? Is something wrong?" a thousand questions were racing through the cowboy's head. What's gotten the angel so shaken up that she's crying?

"I'm fine, but..." she's hesitating, what's wrong?

"Damn it Canary, spit it out already!" he thought, preparing himself for the worst.

"I-I'm locked in a cage... and people are staring at me..."