(I made alter egos of Crowley, Anthony would be an archangel, imagine him as that episode where he tricks Muriel into entering heaven, Joseph is literally the angelic and cute version of him and Jim would be the classic demon)

Aziraphale was deeply immersed in organizing his beloved books, carefully adjusting their placement on the shelves when the door to the shop swung open.

Jim Crowley strolled in with his usual relaxed air, a soft, almost dazed smile on his lips. Without hesitation, he walked straight up to Aziraphale and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"Hi, my angel," he murmured, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Aziraphale froze, his face turning a delicate shade of pink, but before he could respond, he caught sight of Joseph Crowley.

The angelic version of Crowley was staring—blushing furiously, hands fumbling as he tried to continue organizing the books alongside Aziraphale. He was clearly flustered, golden curls bouncing as he hurriedly stacked books in uneven piles, avoiding eye contact.

Meanwhile, Anthony Crowley remained by the tea set, utterly composed. He poured the hot liquid into delicate porcelain cups, humming a tune under his breath, as if completely unaffected by the scene unfolding behind him.

But if one looked closely, they might notice the slightest twitch of his lips, a barely-there smirk of amusement.