Good Old Roof

"Uh-uh-uh… Excuse me… angel?" She whispered back, her face turning beat red as she slowly put her hands up to cover her cheeks. 

"Yeah, you heard right… For real... Are you an angel?" Moby asked once more, dead serious. 

"This is all so sudden… I-I didn't know you saw me in such a way…"

That was when Moby looked down and noticed her expression, realizing truly what he just said.

"No, no, no! It's not like that! It's just that your spirit mode reminded me of an angel. Do you know if your spirit mode is somehow related to them?" His face turned red out of embarrassment. 

"Oh no… I'm so sorry, It's my fault for misunderstanding ummmm… So… Are you trying to ask what spirit is my spirit mode?" She waved her hands slightly before looking away from shame.

"Yes…" He whispered back, looking at the teacher who was readying himself to speak.