One day, I made a wish.

To have a lover.

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

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

When I opened the door, a stranger was standing there.

Fluttering white wings, standing politely on the doormat and bowing several times as if flustered—it was a person... no, an angel.

Wish reception... confirmed.
It was a wish to have a lover, right?

Only then did I remember last night's wish.

Words spoken like a joke, a desire that was almost a monologue.

The angel hesitated for a moment before adding.

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