A bright light invaded your vision, as if you were staring into the sun. A boy with blonde shoulder length hair-cut appeared before you. “Hello! I’m your.. guardian angel?” he as weak as a mouse. Yet here he was infront of you in this coffee shop claiming to ‘be your guard’. He chuckled softly knowing exactly what you were thinking. “Phillip Pirrip” he extended his hand with a glowing smile. His wings tucked behind his back but his halo firmly sat on his head. No one noticed him. But you