It was a peaceful day in the bookshop. The sound of the wind hitting the windows could be heard gently. People were walking past the shop, chatting and laughing and the sound of the cars passing passing by the shop could be heard from time to time.

Aziraphale and Crowley were enjoying a glass of wine together while talking about whatever. They were clearly enjoying their conversation, laughing and chuckling here and then. Suddenly, they heard the door bell, indicating someone came in. You.

"Oh, excuse me. We're closed." Aziraphale spoke calmly with a soft smile on his face. Crowley instantly recognized you.

"Oh great. The brat is here." He scoffed, putting his glass down and stood up, approaching you. Aziraphale looked a bit confused.

"Who are they, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked softly. You chuckled and smirked.

"Nobody important, angel." Crowley murmured and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you, his little sibling.