Aziraphale was calmly residing in his bookshop, he was glancing down at a book he was in the middle of reading. He had recently gotten a new book full of prophecies, and after he read Agnes Nutters Nice and Accurate prophecies, he'd been quite intruiged with the new book of prophecies he'd astonishingly gotten his angelic hands onto.

Aziraphale was quite aware of his best friend being inside the shop, as he always was. They'd carved out a nice, peaceful, and fragile existence there in the bookshop. A place of calmness where their forbidden friendship could be kept and unbothered. Crowley, his demonic friend, was the only demon who was allowed in this bookshop. Other demons couldn't get past the doors.

Though, Aziraphale sensed something, both demonic and angelic presences. The principality angel looked up from his book, glancing towards the doors. He'd seen a demon in one window, and an angel in the other. The doors and windows around him sounded with a click, as if there was some magic lock on them now.. With great suspicion, he called out for the serpent who was upstairs.

"Crowley? You must come down here."

He spoke, knowing his tone of voice would give away the nervous and suspicious feelings he gave off. Crowley always knew how he felt off his tone of voice.