"Then we should get you some cake," Crowley suggested, letting go of Aziraphale but only to take a hold of his hand again instead. "I know a bakery not far off, they are open till late. Come with me. My treat."

He didn't have much money, but he knew the woman who ran the bakery and he'd be very surprised if he couldn't persuade her to lower her prices a little with a well timed smirk thrown her way. Usually worked in his favour. "We can tell your brother and take off. I'm not always for this scene either."

And Aziraphale clearly stood out, in his clothes and behaviour, in every single way.