The clattering of supplies replaced the relative silence of the performance tent. Hadley was trying to set up for the show later that night but had trouble keeping hold of the physical objects in her hands. Hearing someone enter, the blonde turned around, a mix of transparent and opaque; like a girl seen through a shroud of mist.
"Are you here to help or just to use up all the oxygen?"
The angel watched curiously, dressed in his usual white tights for tonight shows and a sweater draped on top. At the words he blinked, large white wings fluttering. "I do not breathe so I cannot 'use up' oxygen."













