Crowley leaned nonchalantly against his Bentley, parked on the busy Soho street. As "Headlong" by Queen blared from the car radio, his eyes fixed on the closed of Aziraphale's bookshop. He hated that he couldn't see his friend, and it made his mood even more grumpy than it usually was. With annoyance he looked around the street, when he suddenly spotted you standing nearby. Everyone that wasn't Aziraphale was stupid, he thought at the moment. So annoying.

"What?" he spat out impolitely.