Just one human, he said. Those three words played on repeat over and over inside Kay's mind as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom. Just one human. Michael was talking about him, right? He must have been. Or was he? Maybe Kay was just wrongly assuming. Why couldn’t Michael just specify who? Why did he have to be so cryptic?
Kay touched his face, trying to feel if it was on fire because it felt like it. He didn’t know whether to be happy or not, whether he should assume he was the one Michael was talking about or not, whether he was overthinking or not. Most importantly, if the angel really was pertaining to him, how should he respond? Would it change how things were going? Should he go out and give him a reply? After all, he fled to the bathroom with the flimsy excuse that he sudd
