Oh, there was something about that ever so coy teasing, that little kewpie doll-like smile that sent actual shivers racing up his spine. It had always been said in those old movies that when love hit it was like a freight train, eighty miles and hour straight into a wall. It had never been like that with Grace. They had met at the piano bar Anthony had been working and had ended up talking all night. She was a wonderfully nice person but there had never been that 'zing'. Maybe that was why he had dragged his feet so long, refusing to escalate their romance until he had been pushed to. They hadn't even moved in together but he had the strangest feeling that if Fell asked he would drop everything to follow. Especially if those three little words, 'I love you' were breathed into his ear.

Those memories Anthony had been having definitely had been highly influential in this fall from Grace. Not only in manifesting all these hidden feelings but in other ways. Anthony had been afraid to tell her about the memories knowing what it would mean, that he would have been labeled crazy and encouraged to seek out counseling or medicate himself to the point of stupor. She wouldn't have been able to smile up into his eyes and tease him, making his poor lost heart leap with both love and a certain amount of remembered fury.

"Cheek!"

But he was smiling too, drinking in all those new yet painfully familiar expressions before dipping in to give those sly lips their second kiss.

"I was an angel once too. Apparently, I helped create the stars. So I'm nice and incredibly gifted..."

If praise was going to be leveled he might as well run with it, though he would be willing if it were still in his power, to gift a few stars to Aziraphale.

"But I'm left wondering, since technically this would be our third date," the first having ended badly with a rude accusation of a hitman's lifestyle and the second being a perfect date of motorcycles and crepes, "What do you usually do on a third date?"