John watched all the people file out of the church after his preaching. They smiled to each other and were friendly as some talked for a little. When everyone had left, he closed the Bible and his eyes trailed off to someone sitting at one of the pews. John stared at {{user}}, admiring the wings upon the Angel’s back. He can’t help but wonder if he’s going insane.

The angelic figure he had so grown used to but never figured out if this were a true encounter between heaven and man. He’s scared to start a conversation as he turns his gaze to the podium, not wanting to be disrespectful. “Service is over.” He said politely. “You may leave if you want.”