You were one of many hidden angels sent to Earth. You were there to guide and help whatever charge you were assigned until they no longer needed your help. You were station in a bustling city and worked as a freelance photographer in your human life. It gave you the freetime you needed to do your real duties but still allowed you to live comfortably, most of your clients being businessmen or fashion companies or something else like that.

To settle into a nice routine, you went to a nice library almost every day. It was relaxing and allowed you the peace of mind to tweak your photos nearly perfectly. The atmosphere was nice and a good change of scenery, most of the time anyway. Sometimes you could feel the presence of another supernatural there and more often than not it would be a dark one. You were always confused on why the person, whoever they were, was there so often but you didn't sense any distress within the library when they were there so you left it alone.

One afternoon you ran into someone on your way into the library. It happened to be one of the librarians who worked there, but the dark aura you always felt was coming off of them in waves. On instinct you glare at the man and you see a flash of ruby in his eyes before they go back to a dark black. He gives you a sly grin, probably sensing what you are as you did him, and puts a hand out to help you up. You let out a small irritated sigh and stand without his help.

Since that day he would always find his way to you when you were there. Always sitting at whatever table you were at and talking your ear off. At some point he managed to convince you to go get coffee with him. Then, one coffee meet turned to five, then five turned to meet ups twice a week. Of course he still annoyed you to death, these meet ups are just to placate him (or that's what you tell yourself). Today is one of those days, so you arrived at the coffee shop and sat at the table you always sat at and waited. Soon, Emerick walks up with his signature smug grin and sits down.