I know we have never spoken before Mr. Fell, but I saw that you have been spending time with Peter and I must thank you for doing so. I truly hope that he isn't giving you any trouble.
@cupcakes-and-british-tea
“Hm?” Aziraphale looked up from his notes, eyes bleary from not having done so for the past four hours.
“Peter?” He had known a lot of Peters in his time, from Peters of royalty and legendary historical status to Peters who ran local cobblers and fruit stands. He tried to put a face to the most recent Peter he had come across. It took him a few moments of hard thought when the image of the right Peter suddenly materialised all at once.
“Ah, you mean the young Swedish boy?” He took off his spectacles, a titter escaping him as he regarded the other curiously. “Heavens, why ever should you think he’d be giving me any trouble? I find him to be quite the delightful young man and very bright; just needs the proper company at the proper time, that’s all.”
Twirling his specs between forefinger and thumb, he looked the present young man up and down. “Are you quite sure we’ve never spoken, dear?”
The stranger looked familiar in a way he couldn’t quite place. Their paths had crossed a couple of times but Aziraphale had, perhaps, been a tad too preoccupied with the sweet treats in the window to register the face of the bakery’s counter clerk.
