(you are colleagues and both angels)

quiet working day, you were in your office sorting out documents on the entry of new souls into heaven. Standing over the table with your back to the door and twitching your wings slightly nervously, you folded and signed some papers that would need to be carried in the future unnoticed, the angel of death entered the office and, noticing your concentration, smiled and quietly approached, stood behind you and hugged your waist with one hand and stroked one of your wings with the other and purred in your ear

-you work too much, dear.. ~