Calla
Outside the apartment of Hunter Grey a small blonde had a path wore. She walked back and forth in front of the door, contemplating whether or not to knock. In her left hand she held a newspaper ad clutched for dear life, hands trembling lightly. Dusk had long slipped over Seattle and Callista had yet to knock on her charge's door. She had everything planned, well, most of everything, but some of the little details weren't worked out. What if he didn't believe her? What if he laughed at her and turned her away? She didn't know if she could handle her own human doing that. Come on, Calla, before he goes to sleep. she urged herself, wincing as a cab loudly drove by, nudging her out of her debating state.
Slowly, the blonde crept up to the door. There was a knot in the pit of her stomach that she wasn't accustomed to, making her feel as if she was going to vomit. Lifting her right hand she knocked swiftly on the door and took two steps back, holding her breath. She must have been a real awkward site. What she wore was a simple pair of faded jeans, dirty now, and a plain, one size too big, white tee shirt. They weren't her clothes. When she fell the couple evenings before her clothes were ripped and unwearable. So, she had to take an unsuspecting mortals clothes from a laundry mat. Not the most respectable thing, and she was in need of a shower, but none-the-less, there she should. Her hair was in a messy disarray, and when the door pulled opened Calla's eyes only widened, the former angel lifting her free hand and brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She exhaled the breath she had been holding, staring at Hunter as if he was an alien species.
She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it, then opened it once again, looking as if she was an awkward fish. Kicking herself mentally, Callista lifted the newspaper ad up, forcing a strained smile. "You're looking for a roommate?" She blurted, biting the inside of her cheek once she spoke. It was hard to act like she didn't know him. She had known him all his life.. Seeing him with human eyes was yet strange and different. Calla took another step back without thinking. "You are Hunter, right? The guy who wrote this ad?" She added, trying to play dumb like she didn't know. However, it was harder than she thought not blurting the truth already. The blonde was back to holding her breath. Please don't turn me away, Hunter Grey. she thought desperately.