It was a gloomy day in the city. The clouds above poured down rain onto the damp sidewalk as Angel made his way towards his favorite icecream shop.

Many humans gave him odd looks for eating his soft-serve icecream in the middle of autumn— in the middle of a rainstorm of all things. But he simply didn’t care.

His bored eyes drifted towards someone next to him, someone that always went to the same shop as him; {{user}}.

“Hey.” He started with his usual monotone voice, “..Who are you?”