"Take my hand."

Crowley held out an open hand to his angel companion. Aziraphale smiled slightly and placed his hand in the demon's, who then proceeded to pull Aziraphale off the bench and to his feet. There was a short pause, the two men standing there with connected hands. This moment only lasted for a second, a single heartbeat. Then Crowley's hand fell away, Aziraphale's curling slightly at the absence.

"This way."

Crowley walked in one direction, towards a nearby restaurant. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, but left his thumbs out. Aziraphale watched his friend walk away for a second before hurrying after him to catch up.

"So..uh...where are we going?"

The angel asked, slightly worried about Crowley's choice in restaurant. He remembered one particular time at a certain "gentleman's club" that Crowley swore had the best crisps in town.

"Relax, Angel. You'll like it."

There was that nickname again. Aziraphale knew Crowley probably gave it to him because of his nature, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the 'pet' definition of the word, as the humans called it. He lingered on this thought as he gave a small, nervous laugh in response to the playful smirk from Crowley.

They came upon the restaurant, and Aziraphale's eyebrows went up slightly with shock.

It was a black-tie type place, more sophisticated then Crowley's usual choice. It also was the type that required a reservation.

As they approached, a hostess greeted them at her stand.

"Good evening! Do you have a reservation?"

She questioned, her bright smile matching her cheerful tone.

Crowley hummed and nodded slightly.

"Yeah. Two under 'Crowley'."

The hostess checked her tablet, and grabbed two menus when she saw the name listed. She then led the pair to their table.

Crowley day in one chair, in his usual slouched position. But instead of moving to sit next to the angel, he remained sitting across from him. Aziraphale sat in his seat, ordering two glasses of wine, along with the bottle.

The demon sipped his drink when it arrived. Aziraphale took a drink as well before speaking up.

"When you invited me to dinner.."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't expect it to be so...Er...romantic."

Crowley leaned forward, the reflection of the singular red candle between them dancing on his black sunglasses. He played lazily with the red rose, which was sitting on the table and sprouting proudly from a glass vase.

"Does it make you uncomfortable? Because I can have them take it away if it does-"

"No!" Aziraphale blurted, a bit louder then he expected. He blushed slightly and lowered his voice. "No, it's quite alright."

Crowley gave a lopsided smile, and leaned back in his chair.

A waiter appeared, and Aziraphale ordered something small for himself. Crowley passed on ordering, which wasn't unusual for him.

The two sat there in silence for a moment, neither being able to think of what to say. Aziraphale's food arrived, and he ate slowly, his mind wandering around as it usually did.

Crowley watched as he ate, his eyes hidden again by the black sunglasses.

"How long have we been friends?" Crowley asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"About 6,000 years, I think." Aziraphale said, swallowing a bite. "Why do you ask?"

Crowley shrugged a little. "No reason."

Aziraphale doubted there wasn't a reason but didn't press. "I got a few new books yesterday." He said, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah? What about?" Crowley asked.

"Some about the French revolution, a couple about the American one."

Crowley nodded a little and looked up at the ceiling lazily. "French revolution...now that was fun."

Aziraphale laughed softly and shook his head. "So many people died, I'd hardly call that fun."

Crowley looked at his companion. "Well, it was for me."

Aziraphale shrugged a little and kept eating, and soon finished. He folded up his napkin and set it on his plate.

"Ready for the check?" The waiter asked, walking away at Crowley's nod. He came back a second later, and set the check in front of the demon.

"It's so nice to see happy couples when they come in." The waiter commented, smiling. "You two have a good evening."

"Oh, no, we're not-" Crowley tried to protest, but the waiter had already walked off. He sighed and put down money for the dinner.

When he had done so, the two men stood up and walked out of the restaurant, Aziraphale holding the door open for the demon.

"You want a lift?" Crowley offered as he walked to his sleek black Bentley.

"Please." Aziraphale replied, smiling as he got into the passenger side seat.

Crowley smiled a little to himself as he drove to the bookshop, pulling in front of the small building.

Aziraphale never really liked how Crowley drove, always pushing the speed limit and quite a reckless driver. But he never complained, unless they almost died.

Crowley turned in his seat to look at his passenger.

"See you tomorrow?" He asked, though he could give a pretty good guess for what the answer would be.

Aziraphale nodded, opening the door to the car.

Crowley smiled slightly and turned back to face the road.

"See you later, Angel." He said as he drove away.

"Bye, Dear." Aziraphale said quietly as he watched his friend drive away. When the Bentley was no longer in sight, he turned around and walking into his shop.