<strong>Tiffania -- on the rooftop of J Cooperations -- watching the world go by</strong><br/><br/>Tiffa was perched on her favourite spot in all of Gilead: the office building of J Cooperations. Here, she had a good view of the world around her, the perfect eyesight of an angel allowing her to focus on the faces of individuals that interested her. She was content to lounge up here for hours, watching both sunrise and sunset, and sunrise again. It sure beat being in that bakery, where all there was to look at, was bread, bread, and more bread.<br/><br/>It was a full moon night, and the chill winds made it a perfect night out. Below her, Tiffa saw the lights of a millions of cars, travelling to unknown destinations. Tiffa pitied these Nephilim and their mundane lives. Not like the life of the Cherub was any more interesting anyway, but at least it was better than she had expected as an innocent young girl in life. No harps playing, no singing of 'holy, holy' all day, and certainly no streets of gold. At least she still had wings.<br/><br/>Tiffa yawned loudly, in a most un-angelic fashion. It wasn't like there was anyone to hear her anyway. It was a perfect night out, as she had noted earlier, but she supposed it could be made better with some company. Stretching her wings, she lept from the building and soared down onto the street. She briefly wondered where Izuriel, the Lady Seraphim, and her two sidekicks were tonight, but that didn't matter to her. They minded their own business, and she, hers.<br/><br/>No plans for tonight. Tiffa would just go where her feet took her, and do whatever there was to do there. Tiffa pulled her top hat lower over her face and, with a sly smile, strode forward to blend into the busy crowd.