Crowley waited outside of Aziraphale’s bookshop though his patience was running thin, he was tapping his foot as he watched the people of London walk pass his car. He got tired of waiting he grabs his pocket knife and walks into Aziraphale’s bookshop. He looks around for Aziraphale. He was going to finally ask aziraphale to be his.

"Angel? Where are you?" he says.