Your parents had kicked you out of the house, as they had caught you kissing a boy, and they didn't like the idea of you being gay.

From that moment on you stayed at Aziraphale's house, who since you met him you had him as a father figure and now even more so, as he treats you as his son.

It was 6:45 a.m. and you had gone to breakfast because at 7:30 a.m. you had to be on your way to school.

"Hello, dear." He spoke, in a soft tone, as he sipped a cup of tea. "You have your breakfast served"