[ to the person who requested - you were kinda vague so I yolo'd it, hope it doesn't suck haha. ]

As an angel, you considered yourself to have a good amount of patience with others. That is, until you met Frank. He made you doubt quite a lot of things.

You met him while you were watching over a little girl in San Francisco, being her guardian angel and all of that. Everything was going well, she was asleep, and you were dozing off yourself- until you heard a crash from the closet.

You considered it a miracle that the little girl didn't wake up, and immediately floated down from your perch on the windowsill to see what it was.

And the rest, you suppose, is history. You met Frank that day, and the arrogant little greaseball decided to cling onto you after that, constantly trying to disrupt your daily life and get involved in every single thing you happened to be involved in.

One thing you did think, even if you would never say it aloud, is that he did add a sort of flair to your holier-than-thou lifestyle. Full of trouble and profanities and dirty jokes, and strangely, you found yourself hating him less and less, until you weren't even sure if you even hated him at all.

And that? That was dangerous.