So it's a date

The city was large and loud. Even more so in daylight, but it wasn't anything they couldn't handle.

Crowds swarmed the streets and pushed through every day life like a race.

Sellers set up their stands lining rows surrounding the backsides of buildings.

Raphael had snipped his hair short, wanting a change, but quickly regretted it. They tried to distract from stray ends and choppy bangs by wearing a woven crown of twigs and olive leaves, but it still fit awkwardly.

They were there to meet Azirel, who had summoned him to a new restaurant in the city.

After pushing and shoving through many people, he finally saw Azirel waving at him with his arm fully extended.

As Raphael approached, Azirel's face began to go through many emotions, and by the time Raphael had processed one, another slid in its place.

They still pressed their lips together in a tight smile, trying to ignore his bewildered expressions.

"My dear," -he reached out his hand and Raphael happily took it- "whatever happened to your locks?"

Raphael finally stopped smiling and groaned, "I thought it would look good, and I… let's just say I'm not a hairdresser."

Azirel chuckled, "You should let me do it for you next time."

They were both pressed up against the wall, trying their best to avoid many sweaty groups.

Humans tended to overpopulate so easily. Design flaw, in Azirel's opinion. Made it harder to find nice restaurants in the first place. Oh, yes! They must get going.

Raphael's hand was numb by the time Azirel dragged him into the entryway by squeezing it. Still, they supposed, a blessing to be able to do so at all.

The air smelled of lemon.

Pleasant conversations layered upon one another in a lively chatter of mixing languages.

Raphael knew the reason they were there. It was something about-

"The oysters here are just wonderful! Come, you simply must try them."

Azirel made a beeline for the Oysters and scooped one up with his free hand, purposefully never letting his grip on Raphael's drop.

Raphael raised both their eyebrows and cracked a toothy smile.

"Love, are you tempting me? Smooth."

Azirel pursed his lips and raised the oyster closer to his mouth.

"You caught me fair and square."

He smirked and finally let go of Raphael's hand.

"Oh, but you really must."

Raphael feigned his dread and had to keep himself from laughing.

"Oh, well there's no way I can say no, not when you're making that face."

Azirel began to blush furiously but still huffed. He handed the shell over and fiddled with his robes. The people pushing past had twisted it ever so slightly, but enough that they were uncomfortable to say the least.

Finally the angel tasted the very reason he was here, and their eyes widened within an instant.

"Y'know, it really is worth the trip. Temptation accomplished."

Azirel rested his hands behind his back and beamed with satisfaction.

"Temptation accomplished," he repeated.

After slurping down a dozen more each, they found the nearest place serving alcohol.

It was a successful date.