There was absolutely no competing with an angelic maternity ward nurse, but damn if Aziraphale wasn't still weak to that wicked smile, charmed as always. It really had to stop. Anthony was a taken man here, and it didn't matter that 1960s memory Aziraphale was undoubtedly hopelessly in love with him.

"Oh, I would love something," he said with a happy wiggle as Anthony flagged down the waiter. "A nice red if they have it."

And, then once he had his drink in hand, and attempting to sound like he wasn't trying to set up some illicit meeting, Aziraphale suggested: "You know, Anthony, if you aren't too busy tomorrow, I was hoping I might have a word with you? Perhaps after the rush?"