The Ritz was as wonderful as always. The food was scrummy. But that is not what Aziraphale was there for. Crowley had taken off his glasses at Aziraphale's request. The angel had expressed time and time again how much he loved the demon's eyes so Crowley would only wear them when necessary.
Fortunately, they weren't necessary.
Aziraphale fidgeted. "Oh Crowley, I think my pocket watch fell out of my pocket…."
"I got it angel." Crowley replied as he ducked under the table. Less than a moment later Crowley was back in his seat. "I didn't see it under there angel, you sure you even brought it with you?"
"Oh silly me, I put it in the wrong pocket. My apologies."
Crowley grinned. "It's alright angel." Crowley grabbed his glass of wine and froze. There was something in his wine. Something gold…
It was a ring.
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Good Omens: Our World (Bad Omens Prequel Novella)
RomanceWhat happened after Aziraphale and Crowley declared, "To the World?"
