[Making friends is a weird concept, Crowley tends not to bother with it all that much, when humans die so quickly. But he's stuck here for the foreseeable future, and he'll lose his mind if Aziraphale is the only non-Stepford person he interacts with, and Ray has been decent company so far, which leads to Crowley texting ("texting", on that awful little watch) him to see if Ray wants to join him on a little jaunt to the shops.

There's a gala to prepare for, after all.

He suggests to meet around three in the afternoon at the department store, a good a place as any to start, and turns up there... roughly on time. Only a few minutes late; he still hasn't gotten the hang of not being able to drive at horrendous speeds. He's dressed a little more Katharine Hepburn today, and gives Ray a little wave when he spots him.]

Hey, sorry, turns out parking's a nightmare this time of day. Something about the kids getting out of school, I've no clue.

[Other things he's never had to worry about: finding parking. Being human is terrible.]