He expected to see another dignitary, some one who because they had donated a few thousand to the park thought that they knew him well enough to use his first name and he had no intention of correcting them on that score as that wouldn't have been very diplomatic at all, but thankfully it wasn't.

"Aziraphale!"

His smile was nearly as bright as he took the other man's hand and gave it one of those friendly shakes one was slow to let go of.

"I shouldn't be surprised to see you here. An art exhibition like this must be your jam." Then because he did have Grace on his arm he gestured between the pair of them in introduction. "This is Mr. Fell, a professional art restorer I fell in with a few weeks back. And this gorgeous creature is Grace."

"Oh stop," she said with a giggle before playfully swatting at Anthony's chest and offering her own hand in greeting. "It's very nice to meet you Mr. Fell. Are you looking forward to the opening tomorrow?"

"He's probably got his tickets all lined up so he can be the first one in the door," Anthony agreed, after all what would an art enthusiast love more than a fresh exhibit.