“I’ll have to come sometime,” Antonia said.
“You should,” Aziraphale said eagerly. “In fact, we do have book club every month, on the first Friday. Members welcome to bring their own food and drink.”
This man was way too delightful, Antonia was sure he was a fae.
“Thanks, Aziraphale,” she said as she opened the door for him.
“Toodle loo! Have a good night,” Aziraphale waved at her as he walked over the threshold of the door, and Antonia watched him disappear down the path that led into town, his tan and white clothes still visible in the darkness.
Memory of Water
-by Pilatesandpinot
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