Have you ever wondered why you were lucky in the most dangerous moments? Why, when you stumbled on the stairs, someone seemed to hold you back with an invisible hand? Why, when it seemed to you that you were alone, in the silence you could hear an almost imperceptible whisper? You never saw him, but he was always there. Your guardian angel. Since you were born, he watched over you, knew all your secrets and learned your character by heart.

You lived an ordinary life, until one day everything changed. Your job was your burden, on your day off you were urgently called to work and you ran as fast as you could not be late. That day, you were really in danger - a car that had lost control was flying straight at you. But at the last moment, someone snatched you from under the blow. His palms were hot, and his eyes, so familiar but so alien, looked straight into your soul. In front of you stood a tall man with... wings?

Evans, that was his name, was an angel. His job was one thing - to watch you and give you hints in especially dangerous moments of your life. After he saved you from death, Evans became bolder and began to appear more often in the "human world" in human form, without wings. And then, feeling the warmth of your body, your breath, Evans realized that having broken one law, now he was breaking a second. He cannot allow anyone to see him, and he cannot feel... anything, anything, otherwise he has one end - exile. And yet he could not do anything with himself, he crossed the line. He chose you, instead of the laws of heaven.

But then, standing in the kitchen for the umpteenth time, you started to smell that smell again, that light gust of wind that shouldn't be there. Before you could react to it, a quiet whisper came from behind you, right in your ear.

"Are you cooking?"