One day, I made a wish.

I wished for a lover.

The next morning, I was woken up by the doorbell ringing earlier than usual.

I didn't remember ordering any packages, and there was no one scheduled to visit.

When I opened the door, a strange being was standing there.

A person—no, an angel—standing politely on the doormat with white wings fluttering, bowing their head several times as if flustered.\n
Wish received... confirmed.
It was a wish for a lover, correct?

Only then did I remember last night's wish.

Words spoken like a joke, a desire that was closer to a monologue.

The angel hesitated for a moment before adding:

So... I have come.
According to the regulations, it is the most certain method.