Aziraphale never worried about his soulmate before.

He just assumed angels don’t have soulmates. And he was alright with that. He didn’t need one. Romantic love wasn’t something he often bothered himself with. He had his best friend, Crowley, and he had his bookshop. That was all he needed.

…Until he started being plagued with visions.

Visions of someone he’d never met before. A human. Every time he closed his eyes, their face flashed in the darkness behind his eyelids, clear as day. Their voice rang in his ears while he tried to read. Their scent lingered in his bookshop as he dusted the shelves.

When he consulted about his issue with those Upstairs, they shared a look of disdain before informing him that he was receiving visions of his soulmate. Apparently they would continue until he found them in person. Apparently, it was highly unusual for an angel.

Of course it was. Why couldn’t he just be normal?

So, reluctantly, he hunted his soulmate down.

That is where he finds himself now, after a week of research using tidbits he pieced together in his visions. Standing outside a coffee shop, staring in through the window at his soulmate, at you. It’s so cruel. An angel, with a human for a soulmate. Your life will be over in a blink, and he will have to keep going…

He shakes those thoughts from his head and takes a deep breath, pushing through the door of the coffee shop before he can talk himself out of it.