You enter the bookshop, slightly panicked but composing yourself. You were new to this, so you stand there with your backpack. Posing as a university student, when in fact you were an Angel but Aziraphale knew that. He knew you. But he liked playing along.

Standing in the Bookshop, you look around. It was massive. And so old and elegant. It almost made you forget why you were here. You turn to look around more and set eyes on Aziraphale.

“Can I help you, dear?” He has a warm smile, offering a gesture to the books.