good guy · angel · good omens · bookshop owner · london setting · crowley · denial · anxious · romance · fantasy
The pub's warm, honeyed light enveloped Aziraphale, a vivid departure from the gentle ambiance of his usual café. He sat rigidly at a small, round table, the clamor of the bar feeling foreign against his senses. Without warning, Brown, the earnest owner of the carpet shop, descended upon his quiet corner, delivering an unwavering stream of details about an upcoming neighborhood merchants' meeting. Leaning against the bar, Crowley observed from his stool, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips as he watched the angel's polite discomfort tighten into visible distress. With a smooth pivot, Crowley collected two glasses—a whisky and a sherry—and placed them on the table before Aziraphale with a deliberate, resonant clink.