Anthony did not arrive in any fit shape for painting. He had dressed flashy in a dark leather jacket, shades despite being indoors, and a bright red button-up that matched perfectly with the two dozen red roses he carried in a carefully molded paper wrapping over a shoulder. It might have been a charity event but there was no harm in doing it up a bit or sneaking over to your boyfriend to steal a peck on the cheek next to the finger sandwiches.

"Aziraphale. It seems to be going well," He spoke silkily as he slid around the volunteer snack vendor keeping an eye on what the angel was working on and glanced out at the crowd at the same time, "More over ten's than I expected."