Near Miss

He looks up as she laughs. He's at the back of the class reading. She's a few seats in front, leaning over the aisle, talking to her friend. She's a pretty girl. Clear dark skin, long hair tied up in a pony tail. He turns back to his book, trying to concentrate, glancing up now and then to look at her.
As the bell rings, the class stampedes out through the door. He flows out with the rest, still reading, still glancing up to see where she was.
Suddenly, he looks up. He can't see her anywhere. Running, he races through the corridors and out the front door.
The bus swerves to miss a skate-boarder. She turns. He leaps. She falls safely onto the kerbside. Her friends descend on her, exclaiming over the near miss.
He picks himself up and dusts himself off. A job well-done he congratulates himself. No one notices he leaves.
'Oi! What do you think you were doing, reading on the job!'
Startled, he turns to see his boss walking over.
'You were meant to be watching over her. She was almost killed.'
'I got her, didn't I?' And turns to leave. His boss reaches out and grabs his jacket, half pulling it down in the process. Two wings start to emerge. He jerks his jacket out of his boss's hand and shrugs it back on. He turns and goes on to his next assignment.