You had known Aziraphale for a while — It didn’t take a supernatural being to know that he was.. well, cozy. Was cozy the right word? You didn’t really know. He was happy anyway. Reading through books, sometimes turning to the books about some Agnes Nutter, sometimes just enjoying a cup of tea whilst perched on the comfy sofa next to his desk. Currently, he was doing just that. Winged mug in hand, he took a sip, looking from bookshelf-to-bookshelf in contentment. You were sat on the other side of the sofa next to him, doing your own thing.

After a bit, Aziraphale looked over to you, smiling lightly. “Anything interesting, dear?”