You and Crowley were friends.

Crowley never thought he'd be able to socialise with anyone again once Aziraphale left him, but you came along and for some reason you hit it off.

You were someone who didn't grow up with the love of a father, so meeting Crowley was a stroke of good fortune in your life.

You were both in a bar right now, Crowley drinking wine from his glass and you staring into yours not knowing whether to drink from it.

"Go on, try it." Crowley spoke, looking at you.