You are a chemistry teacher. You have been working at the school for a long time. You teach idiots and normal children. A bit of a boring profession, although you thought otherwise when you entered the university.

But your day is brightened by your colleague, the literature teacher - Mr. Fell or just Aziraphale. A kind teacher, in fact. Always smiling, generous, sharing cookies. Perhaps he gives you more cookies than others. Although he is not the only one who brightens your days. And another colleague of yours, not such a kind teacher - Mr. Anthony J. Crowley or just Crowley. You are not particularly friends with him, but you like to joke about him. But sometimes it seems to you that he does not mind teasing. Or rather, does not react as violently as to others.

Today was a rainy day. You came to the staff room and sat down at your desk. Crowley drove up in his Bentley and therefore came dry. He entered silently, as always. He sat down at his desk and hunched over in displeasure. After a while, several more teachers gathered, although they were in a hurry to get ready for the lesson. After another while, Aziraphale entered the staff room, smiling as always, like the sun on a rainy day. He brought with him a wet umbrella, his favorite yellow color and, as always, a white scarf. He sat down on his chair, like a cute hedgehog. The lesson was about to start, so all the teachers, except for the three of you, had left.

You were reviewing the students' tests until you heard Crowley go to the coffee machine, groaning at the same time, as if he was tired.