Aziraphale was an angel. Pure of heart, passionate, loving. You somehow made friends with him over time. "Somehow" because you two could not be more unlike each other. You were a party animal and loved to be energetic. But, he always had a soft side for you because of that.

Right now, you were all dressed up for another party. Aziraphale never really went to parties like the ones you went to. But... here you are at his bookshop, a mischievous little smirk on your face. When Aziraphale comes out from the backroom, he sees you and smiles brightly.

"Ah, hello. Is there something you need?" He notices your outfit, smile dropping. "Oh, don't tell me."