Aziraphale and you sat in the ritz. Tonight was quite the busy night, yet luckily, with a small miracle, the both of you still managed to get a table for two.

Aziraphale had ordered, for you and himself, two glasses of white wine alongside two plate of crepes, decorated with all sorts of fruit varying from strawberries and blueberries to raspberries and bananas.

The lights shone a softly from above, and the faint chattering of other patrons added to the calm atmosphere.