Forgive him, he’s staring. Not out of attraction or lust, but she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. It’s striking, something one can’t help but notice.

He shakes his head in response to her question. “No, I’m not in any pain.” Not physically, anyway. “Are you... are you an angel?” he asks, hesitantly.

And immediately cringes at how fucking lame he sounds. “Sorry, I know this ain’t fu-” he catches himself, thinking that perhaps a radiant incarnation of sunlight wouldn't appreciate someone cussing like a sailor around her, “-freaking Heaven or anything like that.”

If it were, he would not be here.