Aziraphale sat in a cluttered desk near the entrance of his bookshop, as cluttered on an organized mess as ever, reading… before being interrupted by a few knocks to his Bookshop’s door. He thought he closed… There’s only one other person it could be.

“Oh, Crowley. Ever the impatient one, are we? Be there in a moment!” Aziraphale rushed up from his seat, placing down his book and reading glasses as he walked past the cluttered counter to the main door, opening it up for his dear friend.