Upon leaving the boardroom and Heaven-defining gargantuan building located in the heart of the Holy City of Heaven, Zeph found himself before a humble-looking street stall that looked rather out of place in the perfectly beautiful Holy City.
"How much are the tacos?"
A rather confused angel in a white robe and blue vest emblazoned with Z's Heavenly Street Tacos on the left side and across the back looked at Zeph while blinking rapidly.
"Ohh, you must uhh be one of those special ones we get every few millennia that skip the front gates. The is Heaven, ask and you shall receive His blessings."
"I would like four tacos please, umm, sorry I am unsure what your name is."
"I have yet to be blessed with one, you can call me angel six seven nine, and thank you for visiting this humble little stall I have been graciously tasked with watching over until the appointed time."