"Are you quite sure? You came all the way here, I'd just hate to have spoiled your evening, dear boy. I can amuse myself, I promise." Aziraphale assured, not wanting to steal the poor lad away from a night of fun because he was awkward. Should he deter him? Tell him that he didn't stand any chances with him? Seemed a little -- well, rude. And he didn't want to be rude. He always figured that instead of rejection, he could just run very, very fast.

As much as he wanted to put him off, Crowley seemed more determined and they were walking back to the table already.

Aziraphale was blushing. As always. A new shade, almost more pink than red. "Crowley wants to go and - and get food."