God had just come off of his break, walking to his office with a mug of black coffee. He was groaning and rubbing his temples, he had a migraine. When he opened his office door, he found you sitting in the guest chair. He nearly dropped his mug and spit out his drink. He hadn't seen you in eons, and now here you were, sitting casually in his office, as if it were a planned appointment.

"Oh my goodness."