"Can I ask you something?" Sean looked up at Samantha, who was walking gracefully beside him with her hands folded over one another.
"Of course, what's on your mind?' Samantha had a bit of concern in her soul but kept it at bay as she looked over at Sean.
"Why was I picked to be a Dreamweaver? It would appear everyone here has a job like Earth and depending on the job, it seems you could do anything to work your way into paradise. Is there a time limit or time constraints compared to Earth years? I'm curious."
Samantha took a deep sigh, and as she was about to open her mouth, a young woman ran up to Sean.
"Hey, do you remember me?" the shy but cheerful woman asked.
Sean thought back to their encounter. "Yes, I do. You're Melody," he answered.
Melody stood at five foot ten, her big circular glasses covered most of her face, and she carried a sincere smile. Often, she exudes an air of nervousness. Her knees buckled a lot, which was from carrying so many packages.
"A friend of yours?" Samantha gushed, interested in the woman.
"Yeah, we met once." Sean felt a tug on his right hand.
Melody grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the food court. "We're going to be the best of friends. You're the first person who treated me with respect. The Postal Service is the lowest job you can get in the spiritual realm, remember," she said.
"Really, no one treats you nice." Sean was still trying to steady his feet which were almost off the ground. She's got a strong grip for her size. It could be all of those packages she delivers.
Melody stopped abruptly, Sean almost slamming into her back. "You don't get a choice. No, this is what we're going to eat today."
Sean looked up, and he saw a hibachi place of sorts. "I do love a good hibachi. I could go for some clams and rice." Sean grinned.
Melody's legs went up and down as if doing leg lifts. "My treat, this is the Monday when I get paid."
"Paid?" Sean said.
"Yeah, didn't you read the handbook?" She jumped close to Sean, her glasses almost leaping off her face. "It's supposed to explain everything out for you. It shows you how you get money currency, your spiritual card. You should be getting one in the mail. They pay with gold, it's a gold card, and it's kind of like a credit card, and the hours you work exchange into currency. So, since you haven't worked in the hours, you probably don't have money. They start you off with one hundred gold."
She seems shy, but not really. What have I gotten myself into? Sure, she was cute. Sean did like a woman who took charge. Her personality reminded him of his beloved Tabatha.
Sean was looking at the impressive decor outside the restaurant when a man stepped forward, looking at Melody and Sean.
"The regular," the man said, beaming at Melody.
"Yep, always," she responded to the cheerful man. She looked back at Sean and smiled at him.
Melody twirled in a circle. "This is my special day. It's fun and fancy Monday. I took half a day off today. This place has the best hibachi in all of the food court."
Sean noticed the pillars silver in color, and different booths had brown seats and tables. Each had its own personal grill master and private sections. They were also sections that had large group meets and people who were at the bar having a quick drink. The ceiling was extravagant with swords floating magically twirling around each other. People were dressed in suits like him, and he thought they could be fellow Dreamweaver's in training.
Sean walked through two double doors with Melody, and they came to a separate booth with four seats.
"Thank you for joining me," Melody said, "and I'll get the usual," she told a chef.
Sean took a seat, not really knowing what to say. He heard classical music full of cellos and violins. There was a slight hint of a guitar over the speakers above him.
A few moments later, Samantha showed up, looking at Sean with a slight smile.
Sean didn't know what to think. All he knew was this cheerful woman took them back into a private bar for hibachi.
Samantha took a seat next to Sean. She nodded at him and put her hands gracefully on the table. "Before you steal my young man here, may be a little bit overwhelmed."
Overwhelmed was an understatement. Sean sat there and tried to look at the menu. His stress started to fade as he noticed that the food was familiar. It was shrimp and clam hibachi with spicy sauce. Sweet tea to top off what his taste buds were yearning for.
"How much does this cost you?" Sean asked the energetic postal worker.
"About half a month's work." Melody's cheeks perked up, looking at the menu, already knowing what she wanted but waiting to let Sean figure it out.
A half of a month, what, for hibachi? Sean couldn't comprehend the currency exchange for work. Hibachi back home had cost $15, but here it was so much more.
"She spends way too much money on this stuff." A man grunted.
Melody turned around and smiled big. "Maximus, you were able to make it."
Sean gaped at the slender yet toned angel dressed in all white with a red bow tie adorning his neck. His complexion was dark as night.
"Why do you want me to join you in such trivial things?" Maximus bleated.
"Hi, Maximus," Samantha said, looking at him with cheerful eyes.
"Still keeping humans as pets," he said to Samantha his anthracite eyes cutting a glance at Sean. Maximus looked over at a waiter who was nearby and pointed two fingers signaling him to come over to where he was. "If you could be so kind, could you bring me a red wine with strawberries in it, please?"
The man nodded. "Is everyone ready to order?" the man asked.
Sean was curious if everyone who was working here had some sort of identification on their outfit but didn't notice any. He popped up, saying, "Can I get the hibachi shrimp and clams? Slightly spicy, please."
Samantha looked at Sean with a smile. "I would like the white rice and lobster hibachi mild, please."
"And I will take the super spicy hibachi clams, shrimp, and lobster," Melody said with a smile.
Maximus scoffed for a moment, and then with a slight smile, he looked at the cheerful young woman. "You do know you should use your currency to maybe save up for better living arrangements."
"You know Maximus, I want to have a little bit of fun," Melody crooned. She sat there and focused on the dark angel who had his arms crossed and his eyes slightly closed.
"Do what you will," Maximus said. "Boy, do you know what Samantha has done for you?" he inquired as he took a sip of wine.
Sean felt an aura of arrogance he remembered from the church from his adolescent years. Many people who worshipped Anastasia were full of themselves, and he hated them. He wanted nothing to do with their religious cult or their ability to bless people. I could probably knock him out in a matter of five seconds or less.