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suspiciously.
    It wasn’t his fault that he was on edge. Nephilims don’t blend in that well, and therefore get a little on edge when trapped in crowded spaces.
    “Just relax and flirt with your model of the day.” Malachi soothed. “It’s just a busy morning.”
    Gemariah scowled at Malachi, which brought a chuckle out of him.
    Ignoring his laugh, Gemariah did eventually draw his attention back to the ebony haired woman. From the looks of things, it seemed that she hadn’t given up on him either.
    Gemariah always had that effect on women. It seemed that all he had to do was smile and crook his finger, and then they all come running, sometimes literally. He’s the tall, well built, blond shaggy haired golden boy.
    Malachi didn’t mind that his friend got the majority of the attention. He knew he put out a “back off” vibe, but that’s how he liked it. People took one look at his height plus build, and became wary. Then add the trimmed black hair, goatee, and the grim look he always wore. It’s no wonder his social life was nonexistent, unless you count his dreams.
    Don’t go there!
    Don’t go where? Gemariah projected back telepathically.
    Stop! That was my own thought again, not for you!!
    Don’t get bent out of shape. Keep your thoughts to yourself better and stop projecting them. Not my fault, dude!
    Looking contrite, Malachi answered back.
    Sorry, I’ve just been a litt..
    The conversation was cut off when they both got jarred while standing in line.
    “What the fuck…” Gemariah yelled a little too loudly for the comfort of the people in the coffee shop.
    Looking over, Malachi spotted the culprit. He looked around fifteen years old, brown hair that covered his face, and pants two sizes too big that looked like they were held up by the forces that be.
    “Watch where you’re going kid!” Gemariah shouted, finally figuring out what happened.
    The kid then turned around and threw his middle finger in the air. “Make me Goliath!”
    Malachi couldn’t help but be amused by that statement considering Goliath was one of the original nephilims. Gemariah on the other hand, broke out of line and started walking toward the kid.
    Obviously, by the shocked look on his face, the boy did not expect this and turned to run away. The only problem was that all the people in front of the exit were hindering his escape.
    In no time at all, Gemariah had the kid by his arm and was all but dragging him out the doors.
    Malachi watched and knew he should intervene, but then looked back at the counter, then backwards to see how many people were behind him. He was in a dilemma. He knew he needed to get golden boy under control, but he would lose his spot in line, and he really needed his coffee.
    With a resounding groan, he left the line, and turned back to see his spot immediately fill. His irritation was building as he walked outside. At least it had stopped raining for a few minutes. He didn’t need that irritant as well right now. Then he saw Gemariah leaning down so he was right in the kids face, still holding onto his arm. “Come on man, let him go. This is bullshit; he’s just a punk kid.” He tried to talk Gemariah down.
    “Not until this kid learns some manners” Gemariah said between clenched teeth, not breaking his stare on the boy.
    The looks he was sending the boy had been known to bring grown men to their knees. Malachi could feel Gemariah’s anger coming in droves. In turn, he tried to send over more calming emotions, but his friend had the frequency blocked.
    “Now what was that you said in there? I hope you’re not fond of that finger you flashed.” He gave the boy a little shake for good measure.
    “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” They all heard the screech close by.
    Malachi looked over and saw a little slip of a woman running over to them from inside the shop. Man, but she was a tiny thing, 5’4” maybe? There was nothing else extraordinary about her though. She had the