"It's nice to meet you, Crowley. And young Adam, I believe it was. You're both quite delightful." Aziraphale praised as he made sure both the boy and his father were in the lobby before he shut off all the lights. Adam tightened his grip on Crowley, he was quite scared of the dark and it was scary when all the lights turned off. Even with uncle there.

As they shuffled out, Aziraphale locked up and the rain was really coming down. The bus stop was five minutes from here, there was no way Aziraphale wouldn't have been drenched on his way. Honestly, this was the better option, even if Aziraphale was a little anxious about it all.

"I'm Aziraphale. I know, I know. It's a mouthful." Aziraphale clarified with a sheepish smile. "It's, uh, it's an angelic name. My father had a bit of a theme." He gestured for Crowley to go ahead. "Lead the way, my dear fellow."