Eloa had been running late. She had just touched down to Earth a few days ago, sent with many others to help humanity. What with? Eloa had no idea, but for now she was late for a job interview at the mall. Being that she was in connection with the big man upstairs, Eloa had all the papers that indicated that she was a 21 year old human woman who had lived in an abscure little town. Her appearance, while closely resembled her more angelic one, consisted of smooth, ivory skin dusted with freckles across the bridge of her nose, large dark blue eyes paired with long black lashes, and a smile that could light up a room. Eloa was average in height, being 5'6" and somewhat curvy, but one couldn't really tell with her loose coat on. Her hair was a dark, chocolate brown, loosely curled and fell to the small of her back when it wasn't up in a bun, which today it was.<br/><br/>In Eloa's rush to get to her interview, she plowed into a young man just as he cleared a trash can. "Oh my goodness!!" Eloa proclaimed, reaching out and touching his arm. Almost instantly she was bombarded with intense feelings of loneliness and hurt. It was clear he had recently had something terribly sad happen to him. "Are you okay??" She looked up at the man's eyes, searching for something only she could see, it would seem<br/>"I am<span style="font-style: italic">so </span>sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."<br/><br/>Eloa lead the man towards a table and a set of chairs, having forgotten all about her interview. "Do you need anything?" It seemed like such a weighted question to Eloa as she asked it. "Can I get you something to drink?" In all the fuss she was making over this small accident, Eloa had forgotten to introduce herself. She gave a small gasp and shook her head. "I am so sorry, you must think me so rude." The woman stuck her hand out, awaiting a handshake, "I'm Eloa."