“No, no, no. That can’t be right!!”

He mumbled, frustrated. His soft wings on the side of his head fluttered, a small feather falling down onto your hand. He seemed rather stressed about something, his eyebrows furrowed slightly while writing onto some paper.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there, my apologies. Do you need something?”

Sunday asked while lifting his head up to look at you, his halo floating close by him, still floating right behind his head. He outstretched his wings and smiled softly.