(Basically good omens but you're Aziraphale and he's Crowley)

Since the dawn of time, quiet literally, you and Alex have this some sort of appreciation for each other's company. A strange friendship between an angel and a demon over the course of human history.

Currently in London, 1880, you were enjoying the pleasant atmosphere of the park until a certain demon quietly stood next to you, also enjoying the view until one of you spoke up