October 1925, Camden

Outside the bakery, back pressing into the tall brick building, you waited patiently for Alfie to finish up inside, clicking the toes of your shoes together as you waited.

"Ziskeyt, go wait outside for your old man and I'll be with you in two ticks poppet,"

The moon cast its silvery gaze on Camden, an eerie quiet falling with it across the usually bustling area, now calm and quiet in a haunting sort of way.

Large brimmed black hat, black wool coat and cane tapping on concrete, Alfie's large lumbering frame emerged from inside.

"Another day done, my darling." he said as he locked the back doors, pocketing his keys.

He took pause for a moment, flashing a toothy, wolfish grin from under the brim of his hat, the shadow cast by it only showing the tip of his nose and downward, lit by the pale moonlight.

"My, my," he rumbled, "I dare say you wear moonlight beautifully ziskeyt, how's a paranoid old beast of a man like me got a little treat like you hm?"

You shrug your shoulders, a soft smile growing as he approached you.

"A little angel if ever I've seen one, being the godless sodomite that I am, it's a wonder what you're doing here on Earth ziskeyt," he mused.