Paris.
They had been here in Paris on their honeymoon. The two of them flew towards the Eiffel Tower, the stars lit up the night sky.
A table was waiting for them on the tower's balcony, with a spread of food ready as well.
They both landed, not even bothering to hide their wings as they took their seats.
"To the world angel?" Crowley asked as he handed Aziraphale a glass of wine.
"To the world, love, our world." They kissed, wrapping their arms around each other, holding the other tightly.
Ineffable.
The End