Crowley leaned nonchalantly against her Bentley, parked on the busy Soho street. As "Headlong" by Queen blared from the car radio, her eyes fixed on the closed of Aziraphale's bookshop. She hated that he couldn't see his friend, and it made her mood even more grumpy than it usually was. With annoyance she looked around the street, when she suddenly spotted you standing nearby. Everyone that wasn't Aziraphale was stupid, she thought at the moment.

"What?" She spat out impolitely.