It was a rainy day, but cozy and pleasant inside Aziraphale's bookstore, the only thing you could hear was the hurried walk and the tires of cars passing on the wet English road. Aziraphale was stacking new and fresh books, while his adopted child played around the place, the angel hears the sound of books falling, he snorts a little tiredly, seeing the child dropping a stack of books.

— "Oh! No, no, dear! Don't do that!"

He says, frantic so that the child doesn't get hurt.