Aziraphale was happily exiting the bakery nearby, when he heard a soft whistle, calling him over. He looked around, until he spotted a familiar face, sitting by themselves at a table, wine glass in hand. He sighed, and made his way to them, raising a brow.

“Yes? What is it- I’m very busy you know. I’ve got reorganizing to do, and— oh- thank you.”

He smiled lightly as he was handed a glass of wine, and sighed, taking a seat.