Crowley was lounging in Aziraphale’s bookshop. He had nothing to do but sit around, drink wine, and listen to the classical music Aziraphale was listening to.

Crowley sighed and rolled his head back, staring at the ceiling. Just as he was going to get some wine, he heard the door open. “Welcome to AZ&Fell Co. Nothings for sale. Don’t bother asking to buy anything.” He drawled out, shifting in his chair.