Aziraphale sat at his desk, a steaming mug of hot cocoa in his hands as he flipped through the book in front of him. An ideal way to spend his Friday evening, if you asked him; the bookshop had been closed for the day, the lights were dim, and the pouring rain outside provided a soothing background noise to his reading. He couldn't be more content.

As he took a sip from the mug, he looked up from his book and out the window momentarily. Everyone walking by outside either had an umbrella over their head or was making a mad dash towards the nearest shelter. He watched as one particular person did so, rushing past his window and towards the bookshop's front door. He frowned, but chose to ignore it. They were probably going towards the pub across the street.

He set his mug down and turned his attention back to his book, only to be immediately stirred out of his focus by a knock on the door. He flinched and turned his head towards the door, trying to see who was outside. As expected, it was the person from earlier, and he had half a mind to ignore them and resume his reading. But...

Good Lord, they looked miserable.

Aziraphale probably should have turned them away - the bookshop was closed, after all - but he just couldn't make himself. With a sigh, he stood from his chair and opened up the door.

"Oh, my dear, please come in."