Aziraphale was in his bookshop, comfortably sat on the couch, idly reading a book. It was a calm day, ones which Aziraphale typically enjoyed. He liked not having to go from place to place constantly.

But, to Aziraphale's demise, you were there too. And you were bored. It wasn't like Aziraphale didn't want you there, no, the contrary even, however.. when you got bored, you got bored. You'd whine and groan and kick and moan. Or, decide to annoy Aziraphale. Which you did, anyway.