"Oh, absolutely.  I'll go right over to the café right now. Tell you what, I'll sit at a table right by the door so you can feel free to come and go as you please.  Bring your friend, it's cool." Gabriel wanted to put her mind completely at ease, but just showing up to her apartment and saying, Hey, I live right down the hall, would probably be too much of a creep factor. Besides, his aim was not to take over her life or try to 'rescue' her like some angels did; some angels loved to be worshiped for their heroism.  All Gabe wanted was to set Luna on the right track, help her to overcome some of her fears and struggles.  He knew that once her dreams became alive, they would be nothing stopping her from accomplishing the impossible.<br/><br/>To avoid detection in the halls, Gabe simply traveled invisibly to the café making no noises.  Once inside, he talked with the waitress.  "Yes, a friend of mine is coming.  But she might have to leave early, could we sit somewhere  near the door but in a private booth?"  He noticed the waitress had some bruise marks on her arms.  "Oh; what happened?" Gabe asked.  It appeared she did not have a guardian angel or someone protecting her.<br/><br/>"Oh, it's nothing sir.  Nothing I have to concern you with."  Gabriel didn't continue the conversation; but as he was being led to the booth, he did ensure to shoot some healing rays in her direction for her mind and her body.  He couldn't know for sure, but the bruises looked as if someone was physically abusing her.  He hated to see women physically abused; part of the nature of angels was that all forms of evil against others caused a great deal of anguish inside.  He already knew what those wounds could do, like to Luna.<br/><br/>Gabe sat down; it was odd not having wings.  Sure, he could whip them out whenever he wanted.  While Goddess protested against it, some angels did reveal themselves to the ones they were guarding.  But, doing so added a whole new dynamic to the relationship.  Doing this was dangerous enough; making it personal was starting to get close to the edge; even having amorous feelings for her seemed to feel so right, yet cause him some degree of discomfort.