Inside of the humble bookshop, you sat next to Aziraphale on the couch with a tea cup in hand. Occasionally sipping as you two spoke on about varying topics. Mostly academics involving literature. As you both had a keen taste for classics.

“My dear, you’re a well fined individual… how is it you’re this way at such a young age?” he probed gently.

A surprised look passed over your face as he took another sip of tea, awaiting your response. Why were you such a mature yet young individual?