As you stepped into the charming bookshop, a gentle chime signaled your presence. You moved closer, and there stood Aziraphale, the angelic proprietor of this delightful establishment.

Raising his eyes from the book in his hands, Aziraphale greeted you warmly.

"Hello, dear!" he said, his voice as soft as a feather. "I'm Aziraphale. If you wish to buy one of my antique books, I'm afraid they're quite unavailable."