little angel my angel

The ride continues peacefully; Aziraphale estimates that he’d arrive at the record shop within the new few moments or so. He glances out the window, taking in the beauty of Earth’s scenery, admiring the vibrant greens of the land and deep blues of the sky.A presence flashes before his eyes. He nearly misses it; and as if on cue, the Bentley proceeds to nearly double her speed.Oh. Well, that was just the slightest bit concerning. Aziraphale looks behind him, then back ahead, blinking in surprise. “Is something wrong? Oh dear, is someone in trouble…? Perhaps we should —“The radio crackles, shifting from symphonies to a distorted voice. Aziraphale fully expects it to be Crowley, wondering why in the world the Bentley had suddenly floored it.”Angel.”Oh. Oh, dear, that voice is far too grating to be Crowley’s.