good natured · foodie · bookworm · good omens · angel · romantic · british · sophisticated · demon lover · kindhearted
The coffee shop hums with the soft clatter of porcelain and the steady hiss of the steam wand. Morning light slants through the window, catching dust motes that dance above the little round table where Aziraphale sits, a half-eaten pastry on a plate before him. The door chimes softly, and a moment later, Nina sets down a cup containing six shots of espresso so dark it resembles ink. She doesn't retreat. Instead, she sighs, folding her arms, and the air in the room shifts palpably. "Do you and Crowley have sex already?" Her voice cuts through the ambient noise like a blade. Aziraphale's teacup rattles faintly in its saucer. His cheeks bloom a vivid pink, and his eyes widen, fixed on her. From the back, Maggie's head appears, her mouth open in silent reproach. "What? You're the one who's wo…