Angel Kisses

3. Stranger

Nova's outfit^

I walked over and sat across her in the cushioned booth. As I came closer i was suprised to find that she had no freckles what so ever, she had never been blessed by an angel. The cafe was a quaint little restaurant with a little bar and red seated booths. The waitresses wore aprons, a white button up shirt, and a black pencil skirt that almost reached their knees.

Mrs. Morrison looked at me with subtle interest waiting for me to speak first. As I was about to say hello a waitress came over. She seemed a sweet little thing with big doe eyes and curly brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail.

"Would ya like anything, mam'?" Her accent reminded me of old western movies.

"Of course, may I have a hot chocolate, with cinnamon if it wouldn't be much trouble." I love cinnamon especially the smell.

"No problem" she slipped away to make my order.

I turned to Carolyn to find that she was still waiting for me to say something.

"Mrs. Morrison, am I correct?"

Her eyes narrowed suspicously because of my knowledge. She answered slowly.

"Yes, do I know you?"

"I'm afraid you don't, your husband, Adam, was a friend of my uncle's."

"Oh? What was your uncle's name dear?"

I said the first thing that popped into my head."Peter"

Sorry, sorry, I try I really do, i just can't seem to get out of these situations without lying.

"Hmm, I guess I did not know all his friends. Now why do you find yourself here, my dear?" I realized as she said this that even though every one else around this town spoke with the same southern accent, Mrs. Morrison did not. She spoke with much more open vowels and strict pronunciation. Perhaps she had gone to a private or even a finishing school as a child.

"I heard about your death, God bless him, and I figured I could visit with you. You see, my parents died when I was 14 so I think of how I felt then when I hear of anyone else losing a loved one."

Her head slightly lowered and I could see the sadness slowly creeping into her face as she thought about Adam.

"Well, thank you dear, I believe it was just God's time to punish me."

"Oh no! Of course not" her eyes widened at the conviction being my statement and I carefully calmed down and fixed my mistake of startling her. "What I mean is, I'm sure God was not punishing you but simply missing Adam and wanted to take him home."

A little light appeared in her eyes at the thought and I heard her silent accusations stop.

"Do you really think so dear?"

"I'm absolutely sure, Mrs. Morrison."

She seemed content at that thought and slightly sat back in her seat. The waitress came back bearing my drink and set it on the table. At this moment I realized that the human world would not except our silver and gold coins used at my home.

Lord, I know human money is a material thing but I let my thoughts her away from me and ordered something I cannot pay for. If you so wish please help me. Thy will be done.

In that moment a young man across the cafe called the waitress over urgently.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment I'll come right back for your money." She skittered back over to the young man and they spoke together in hushed voices. Though if chose I could have heard it is looked down upon to eavesdrop on mortal conversations so I kept my ears to myself.

After a nod of her head and a paper passed between them she skittered back over to me (that is the only way I can describe her small quick steps) and gave me a knowing smile and a quick raise of her eyebrows.

"Ya don't need to pay no more, the young man in the booth over there took care of it for ya, he told me to give ya this." I thanked the Lord for his mercy over my situation and blessed the man happily for his generous spirit. She set the folded note down on the table in front of me and left. I opened the mysterious note and peered inside. It was written in a masculine yet fancy and neat form.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Cinnamon is sweet
And so are you

Your smile's the sun
Your beauty unreal
I bet you can guess
Just how I feel

- The Stranger

My heart hitched at the note. I had been admired by humans before but for some reason this letter pierced my guy like a dagger and caused my mind to scatter.

"Seems like someone is quite taken with you, dear." Mrs. Morrison had leaned over and read the note after me. I slowly nodded my but still couldn't quite understand why it had effected me that way. Looking up acroas the cafe I found that the stranger was now gone. I reached out with my thoughts to see if I could find him. Nothing came up no thoughts, no prayers relating to this mysterious admirer. Hidden from an angel?

I shook off the strange feeling I had acquired from the event that had just played out. I had a mission which I needed to see through. Turning to Carolyn I spoke.

"Yes, apparently so, it's too bad he didn't stay longer so I could thank him for my hot chocolate."

We continued talking of death, of heaven, of love, and of friendship until the night had come and I realized how late it was.

"Now I must leave you Mrs. Morrison, I'm sure we both need our sleep, good bye."

She grasped me by the arm before I could leave.

"Wait, I never received your name."

"Nova, my name is Nova. Bless you and have a good night."

I leaned down and kissed her wrinkles cheek. As soon as I did a freckle blossomed there. Her first blessing, and I was happy to give it to her.