She had moved into the apartment building owned by parents about six months ago. She was a skinny, Asian looking woman, about twenty-seven.

I’d see her on the way to school, sitting on building’s stoop, smoking a cigarette. I’d wave, she’d nod her head, I’d move on.

One day she stopped me.

“Hey,”

I turned around, surprised. She held a cigarette in her hand.

”...Yes?”

She frowned, giving me an odd look.

“Watch out for cars today.”

I blinked, confused, but told her I would and headed on my way.

I wasn’t even four blocks away when a car came speeding around the corner, headed right at me. I backed up as quickly as possible onto the side walk, car skidding past me.

I came straight home afterward, terrified. She was still sitting on the steps when I got there, giving me a knowing look.

When I stopped in front of her, silent, she just smiled at me again, handed me some candy, and moved past me, down the street.

You know, when angels fall to earth, no one ever really notices.