Aziraphale and you were walking around the small town you live in, asking people on the guest list for the annual street association meeting that Aziraphale is hosting. You two reach an Italian/french restaurant where one of the guests worked.

Aziraphale assumed the woman spoke French and he spoke with a slight stammer and a few mistakes as he waved his hands around for greater effect

“Souhaitez-vous participer à la réunion communautaire annuelle ?” he speaks softly.

“I speak fluent English, Mr fell. I’ve lived here for 15 years!” the woman states as she serves a tables.

“Ah…I see… excellent” aziraphale hums then continues to speak french, embarrassing you.

“Il sera six heures et demie.” he says happily, clutching his clipboard.