The rest of the day, Dareka waited by playing with Konya’s books- stacking them that is as high as he could.

“You know, I’d like those back on the shelf when you’re done.” Konya said, as he shifted up to look at Dareka.

“What?” Dareka blinked. He was surrounded by several large piles of books stacked in author’s last name alphabetically.

Konya stared for a moment then started out of the room. “Forget it. I’m going to get some food.”

“Hey wait up!” Dareka yelped, stumbling up and hurrying after Konya down the hall.

“Why are you so persistent on following me?”

“Duh.” Dareka nodded with a stubborn look to his face. “You have my halo.”

“Oh is that all?” Konya asked, opening the fridge.

Dareka grumbled at him, but just watched as the mortal prepared himself a cheese sandwich with a dab of mustard and ketchup with a glass of orange juice.

“What?” He asked, starting to take a bite out of his sandwich.

“Nothing.” Dareka shook his head. “Just how can you eat that?”

A smirk came onto Konya’s face, “What? Don’t like mustard and ketchup with cheese?”

The angel turned his face away with a poisoned look, “Not exactly.”