It would be uncharitable of Crowley to think that, if St James’s Park was the final meeting place, he could have walked here from his flat… Aziraphale has put so much effort into this hunt, and it’s not that Crowley doesn’t appreciate it; it’s just that he would really like to see his angel right now.
St James’s Park holds so many memories: Aziraphale trying to swipe the last lick of his lolly or offering him roasted chestnuts in the winter. He smiles.
Just as he’s decided that the “J” must stand for “jelly,” he’s so soft, Crowley buys a nostalgic ice lolly and sits back on their bench, carefully opening the next note so as not to stain it red:
My dear Crowley,
Is this the first time you have been outside in five months? I do hope there is a clear night soon so that you can enjoy the stars. They remind me of you, you know. I found this star chart lying around in my bookshop recently; it only shows the brightest stars so I may need your help identifying these constellations!
Celestially yours,
Aziraphale
