It was the middle of the week, and normally Zachary would be off volunteering at some soup kitchen, homeless shelter, or place for troubled kids, but he had gotten this particular day "off". Why? Because they said he needed a break, and other volunteers could show up and help out. He sighed a little; that was the big thing for him; he often tried to help out too much in one place, and people tended to get suspicious; especially if he did a lot of work with kids. Setting down his mug of coffee he yawned and rubbed at his eyes with one hand while the other held a newspaper. Why was it so uncommon for mortals to want to help those of their own kind? He didn't understand it quite yet. Zachary had been down here for quite a while, having left Heaven and shedding most of what he knew as an Angel to try and help restore balance to the world below.
Perhaps he had been foolish to think he could do so, alone. Then again, he did not know if he was really alone; after all, He always spoke of little helpers down on earth, didn't he? And the few humans who thought to help themselves out? Zachary was sad there wasn't more. Looking at the watch on his wrist, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. Just past noon. He had already slept in, which was not normal for him; what else was he going to do with the rest of his day? He looked up and out the window of his apartment, and then acted on a whim as it struck him.
Grabbing his own keys off the table, he headed out of his apartment in a nice pair of jeans and t-shirt; he would go down to that bakery that was just down the street. He had drunk his coffee for the day, but had nothing to go with it. Now, that wasn't right. He left without a jacket, seeing that it looked like a nice enough day; besides he was warmer than usual for some reason. Zax though nothing of it as he headed for the exit to the complex.