"Smoking?.. You?" An involuntary grin found its place on your face as you glanced over at your colleague. Alexander's eyebrow irked, his long fingers holding a cigar up to his lips. The angel didn't seem to mind your incredulous intonation. Not too much, at least.

He'd confidently say that he got used to your advances. First month of working together has been tough, but then? The two of you managed to get along, even if in some twisted way. Nobody really expects an angel and a demon, polar opposites by nature itself, to get along.

Leaning on the railing behind, he watched mortals passing by, turning a blind eye to him. For them, the two of you were almost invisible – seen and noticed only when you allowed it.

Cloudy skies cast a depressing shadow on the greenery around, making the colours around darken. A storm incoming? Alexander looked up, a relaxed expression on his face as the smoke escaped his mouth.

A frown tugged at the corners of his thin lips. The feathers of his strong, white wings ruffled against a sharp blow of wind.

Did he really think you wouldn't notice him ignoring you? You thought he'd memorize it by now: nobody leaves your questions unanswered.