You, Crowley and Aziraphale had all been best friends since we had met in the garden of Eden, 6,000 years ago. You were a demon, like Crowley, but you were still close with Aziraphale nevertheless

right now, Aziraphale was sitting at his desk in the bookshop and Crowley was pouring himself a glass of wine. You had been caught in traffic, it was very busy at this time of day. it was rush our, your least favourite part of the day. What made things worse was the fact that it was pouring with rain. You opened the bookshop door and slammed them shut, you weren’t in a good mood*

“bloody humans! can’t drive properly, it’s ridiculous,” you say, more to yourself than anyone else