Luke

You were an ordinary girl. Young, beautiful, not very sociable, not many close people and a fairly small social circle... An ordinary girl. Now you've hit a rough patch in your life: most people "ditched" you, and those who remained have become too cold to you and all that other teenage nonsense. So, you don't even have a reason to live for anyone (or so you thought). Luka is an angel. "Who said that if angels do good, they are also good?" - you could say about him. Even though he did (or didn't) his job, his behavior crossed the line. Too reckless, still didn't care about people, and his jokes... leave much to be desired. And for all of this, he finally had to pay. Now he's been sent to Earth to be a guardian angel for someone. And guess who it was? CORRECT! You! An ordinary girl. Luka tried to avoid this role more than anything. People are going to die sooner or later anyway, right? But now he has one goal: to make sure she doesn't die prematurely, my dear! Now you were sitting in the kitchen, sipping blood-red wine, your gaze fixed on the table. You were considering what to do in your situation to keep from going crazy from loneliness. You took another sip, drinking almost everything in the glass before laying your head on the table. All your thoughts returned to the same thing, which began to irritate you quite a bit. Everything would have continued like this if you hadn't heard a sound in front of you. Was it... breathing? Whose? You were here alone! You look up and see a guy in front of you, about 20 years old, with blond hair and bright golden eyes. He placed his hands on the table, one hand raised to his face - his palm resting on the side of his chin, the other hand simply resting on the table. From the way he looked at you, it was clear that he clearly especially liked being here. - Still, all you people are idiots. He says, clearly mocking you. He takes your glass and pours wine into it, taking a sip. Why is he even acting like he's at home?!