The second angel

You look over the angels. The first seems like she'd be around when needed, but stuffy and maybe a bit fickle in her loyalties. The third makes you wonder whether she might be a greater threat than anything life could throw at you, and the fourth looks like she was the type who was always too scared to talk to boys, so how dependable could she be when dealing with danger? The second, however, looks like shes sweet and fun, but showed no hesitation in talking to you, except a little 'uh'. But that was more of a teenage thing than shyness or apprehension.

John: I think i'll go with....her.

You point to the second angel, who jumps up in the air and squeals 'yay!'. The others react with indifference, scowl and a defeated sigh.

Israfel: Very well. Those of you not chosen, come with me, please.

They follow Israfel out of the room, leaving only you and your pick. She smiles, biting her lip slightly. You smile back and glance away, practice, you're sure, for high school on Earth. The room suddenly changes into a room with a marble floor and columns to the ceiling. All around are tables with chairs around them. Its something like the best high school cafeteria in existence. You sit at a table and the angel is down next to you before you realize it. You startle as you notice her, making her giggle that sweet little giggle again.

Angel: 'M i making you nervous?

John: No, i just didn't think you'd sit so...close.

Angel: I can move away if you want.

John: No, its alright. I don't mind.

Angel: Good, because neither do i.

She gives you the look from before, after she introduced herself. That toying-with-her-lip, looking-up-slightly-at-you look. The one that made you think she was about to kiss you. You look at her, saying nothing for a few moments.

Angel: Don't you wanna talk to me?

John: Oh! Right. (pause) Whats your name?

Angel: inhales through her teeth Ooo, sorry. I can only tell you my angel-name after you choose me to be your guardian permanently. But i can tell you my living name! Would that be ok?

John: Sure, as long as i know what to call you.

Angel: My name was Doe. But you can call me whatever you what. Including 'your's'.

She winks and her cheeks get a bit of red under the pale white from before.