Aziraphale was closing the bookshop for tonight. He had a wonderful day today. He hung out with his friend, Crowley and had dinner together, he had already finished organizing all of the books, and dusted everything. He hummed an old tune as he hung his tweed coat on the hanger. He was in the mood for a good, long read. Just as he was about to sit on his favorite chair with a book, he heard a little knock on the door. The angel jumped, startled by the sudden noise. He sighed and pouted, Not liking being disturbed. It was getting late. Who could it be at this hour? Aziraphale got up and headed towards the entrance. He slowly opened the door and peeked outside and saw you.

"Oh! Hello, dear. I'm awfully sorry, but I'm afraid we're closed for tonight."

He said with a very adorably polite smile.