We were out shopping. I had Zeke push the cart around for me. I first stopped to grab hair dye.

"Why do you colour your hair blue?" Zeke was leaning against the cart, which was interesting because if he didn't feel muscle fatigue why would he need to?

"I change colours often. Right now, it's blue." I put a bottle of semi-permanent in the cart.

"But if your hair is already blue, why are you then buying another bottle of dye?" He pushes the cart out of the aisle, as I lead him towards the dry bulk items.

"Because the colour washes out really fast. If you want good colour, you've got to keep packing it on." I weighed out some cashews and threw them in the cart.

"Why do you dye your hair at all? Your roots are showing anyways." I gave him the side-eye.

"What, so you get to choose everything about your appearance but we can't?" He didn't have anything to say to that. He eyed some chocolate covered pretzels. I took a handful of those, in a plastic baggy, and threw them in the cart.

"Yes. I suppose it's unfortunate but not every being can be as flawless as I am." I was facing away from him when he said that, but I guffawed and turned around.

"Well it's good you don't have any self-esteem issues, what with those nipples of yours." He pointedly looked at me.

"Stop body shaming me."

"You chose your body."

"Stop shaming my choices." I rolled my eyes. When I faced away again (he was pushing the cart from behind me), I smiled. He was so easy to poke at.

"You drink?" I pulled a bottle of cabernet sauvignon off the shelf. I was surprised he waited until I grabbed the bottle to ask because surely, he must have guessed as we walked over here.

"Yeah, I got into drinking with a while back. Well, I mean, I drank before then, but I didn't drink wine." Zeke played with the cotton pads, going as far as to hit it against the cart like a drum stick. He seemed deep in thought.

"What?" I put the bottle in the cart.

"I'm just surprised, is all." He rolled us around. I led us towards the yogurt tubes.

It was around 7 pm when I decided to go shopping. Amanda had already come home and was surprised to find us sitting on the floor in the living room. Well, Zeke was sitting on the floor. I was sitting on the couch going over notes. He was actually reading through my textbook.

"Hey, ma'am you've got some explaining to do- oh. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were still here." Amanda kept eyeing me, mouthing something I didn't understand, followed by miming her head exploding. Until Zeke looked up and she was then smiling passively. She waved, and Zeke waved back enthusiastically. She turned towards the fridge and rummaged through it.

"Hey, Gwen, you ordered take out and you didn't tell me?" She must have seen the leftover rice and chicken. We didn't actually have food in the house, and I was tired of peanut butter. It was at this point, I reckoned I should go to the supermarket.

"I did text you!" She checked her phone and frowned. I did text her earlier because usually, she wants to order at the same time- well, she wants me to order for her because she gets anxiety about calling. I always offered to order just for her, but she said she didn't think that was cool.

Amanda was kind of my best friend in a way. I didn't have that many friends I hung out with because I was studying all the time. She was the one I confided in, and I think at first it was convenient, but we really got close. I had been living with her for a year and a half now, and I think we both depended on each other. At the very least, Amanda needed my car, and I needed her social life.

Half an hour later, me and Zeke were here. It's a giant chain store a few minutes away. I did take the car because I didn't want to walk home carrying everything but in retrospect, I could've made Zeke do it. He had an interesting enough time in the car.

"Is this really the first time you've ever been in a car?" He was frantically looking around, grabbing onto the door and the armrest. I was only going 50 kilometres an hour.

"I think I tried to drive one once but that was fifty-some years ago." It was crazy how he said things so casually. I wasn't alive fifty years ago. He did say he was several millenniums old but I just couldn't see him that way.

"You haven't spent much time with people, have you?" He was staring straight ahead. I wonder if angels could get nauseated, but I thought probably not.

"No, I spent most of my time... doing other things. I'm not really an important character, if you will." He frowned at the road.

"Is this really necessary? I can just zap myself to you, so there's no need for driving me."

"Oh, it's absolutely necessary." It wasn't, I just thought it was funny.

He was so dramatic when we parked. He launched the door open and got on his knees on the concrete lot. I should mention there were people all around us, getting into cars, unloading groceries, families walking to the store, that turned around and looked at us. I had to smile and wave to not seem like I had tortured this guy. He grunted a few times and then stood up, brushing himself off.

"Are- are you good there?"

"Yes. I am recalibrated." I tried not to laugh.

Forty minutes later, we had made our way back to the car, with a cart full of bags. I was worried about his reaction to driving back.

"Are you going to be okay?" He helped me put the bags in the trunk.

"I am perfectly capable of doing whatever you humans do." He snarled at me. I laughed.

"I didn't say you weren't. You want to take the cart back?" He jerked the cart out of my hands and raised his eyebrows at me.

"I'm perfectly capable." He rolled away. It was pretty funny from this angle to see him aggressively pushing the cart because he was so tall, he had to hunch over it. I pulled the trunk top down.

I got into the driver's side and started the car. I left my head fall back on the headrest and smiled to myself. He was fun to have around. The smile didn't last long.

Zeke wouldn't be in my life for very long, and more than that, there was a good chance I wouldn't remember any of this. If I was going to forget everything about him being an angel, would the gaps be filled with false memories? Or would it just be like I never thought about him at all? It was closing in on the first full day with Zeke as my- my what?

My bodyguard? My friend? My parole officer? It was better than being haunted, but I was getting used to him being around. That wasn't ideal. I turned to look for Zeke, who was attempting to shove the cart in with the other carts unsuccessfully.

He was getting frustrated. Looking around and shoving again. A kid approached him and said something to him. I couldn't hear from all the way over here, but Zeke leaned down towards him (he was like two feet taller than him). After a few more seconds where I imagine they must have been chatting back and forth, Zeke handed the cart over the kid and ruffled his hair. I was pretty surprised he would so friendly with a stranger, but I guess kids have no boundaries. And by kid, I meant Zeke; Zeke had no boundaries.

He made his way back towards the car, he had to scan around to find it but when he saw me in the driver's seat, he smiled at me. He tried to open the passenger door but it was locked. He tried to jerk it open, but it didn't work. He frowned and looked at me.

I pressed the button on my door to unlock the car. He got in, and closed the door a little too hard.

"Someone told me that it wasn't tee-shirt weather." He commented as I started to reverse.

"Can you even change clothes?" I wasn't looking at him when I asked because I was backing out, but as I approached the end of the lot and had to stop, I looked over at him.

He was wearing a white turtle neck. I jumped a little. I had to look back at the road and make my way towards the exit, but I got a good look. White certainly flattered his skin tone.

I peeked at him again at the next red light. I could see his nipples through the material. I tightened my lips but didn't say anything. He had started talking about how interesting he found the molecular orbital theory he found in my textbook and didn't say anything about the car ride. I didn't know what to think about him, but I got a bit of a sour taste seeing him magically conjure a sweater. Maybe I had convinced myself he was a real person and it was all just a game.

He stopped babbling mid-sentence. I was focused on driving so I couldn't look over.

"Hey, are you okay?" Just like that, I realized I was. The weight lifted off my chest and it felt like everything was breezy.

"Yeah, I'm okay. You've got to focus when you drive, you know."