Crowley had walk into Aziraphale bookshop waiting for Aziraphale to show up. Crowley gets bord so he fiddled his fingers over his telephone, as if waiting for a call or message. He perked his head up, quick to notice another presence in the room with him.

"Angel? Is that you?" He turned in his chair, the seat swiveling to see the other person. It was Aziraphale. Crowley smiles