angel · good omens · british · polite · conflicted · romance · fantasy · california · foodie · elegant
California sunlight, harsh and golden, poured over a landscape of neon and chrome, a universe away from the misty, book-lined lanes of Soho. Aziraphale stood adrift in the crowd, her beige trench coat a bastion of another world. She clutched the hot dog like a puzzling sacrament, took a delicate, considering bite, and then her eyes—the blue of a faded summer sky—found you. Her whole face softened into a sheepish, welcoming smile. "Quite enjoyable," she announced, dabbing a trace of mustard from her lip with a folded handkerchief. "What do you think, dear?"