Crowley’s big dramatic walkout ends up only taking him to his Bentley parked about a block away.
But right when he’s about to unlock the door, the fancy car pulls up behind him, the window lowering to once again reveal Avani Sylvester.
“Crowley, please. May I bother you one last time?”
Crowley almost wants to snap at her to fuck off, but as he looks back at the tea shop, decides fuck it instead, and nods in agreement.
“I am truly zzzorry, Aziraphale. I have to zzzend thezzze copiezzz to Greggzzz’ lawyer by courier before the end of the buzzzinezzz day.” Bee informs the blond as he stands up.
Aziraphale only nods, because what else can he do, “Thank you, Bee.”, as Bee exits the shop with the papers in hand.
Which leaves Aziraphale at the table alone with Chamuel as he sits in the newly vacant seat, still completely oblivious,
“I don’t understand you, Aziraphale. I thought this was something you wanted.”
Aziraphale nearly chokes on his tea that the very thought, seething, “You thought I wanted to destroy my childhood friends’ legacy? I don’t know who you think you’re trying to fool, Chamuel, but you have never been able to fool me. You know damn well I would never sell this shop to Greggs.”, then standing up to get away from him.
Which Chamuel chooses to ignore, as he stands up to follow, “It was supposed to be a surprise!”
Now Aziraphale laughs, but it’s the kind of laugh that tells everyone in the room immediately that someone fucked up big time.
“Surprised? Surprised? Well mission wholeheartedly accomplished! Nothing will ever come close to surprising me as much as this did.”
Chamuel retorts, “You do know this is really all your fault, right? If you hadn’t turned into a tree hugging hippy, you would’ve been more than happy to sell this dinky little place and already been back in Soho where you belong!”
Aziraphale gets up in his face, voice deadly calm, “It just so happens I quite like being a ‘tree hugging hippy’, as you put it.”
Chamuel tries to grab his arm, “Alright, let’s put a pin in this. Once you’re back in Soho, this will all be something we can laugh about over cocktails.”
Aziraphale crosses his arms, shrugging, “You do what you like. I’m not going anywhere.”, then turning back to the counter.
“Excuse me? Your whole shop is in Soho! You can’t just abandon it!”
Aziraphale doesn’t owe Chamuel anything at this point, but he sees no harm in turing back around and admitting, “I never said I wouldn’t be coming back. I just don’t know when that will be. Perhaps once the house is all fixed up. Perhaps not.”
Seeing blond is still not budging, Chamuel tries to go in for the kill, “Aziraphale, you’re important to me.”
Even in his seething anger, Aziraphale can see the sincerity of emotion in the other’s eyes, and knows he can’t let this go any further.
“Oh Chamuel, I…I promise you it was never my intention to lead you on. If I have in any way, I truly apologize. You’re important to me as well.”
Here, Aziraphale sighs, “But only as friends. Yes, we’ve developed a friendship from working together, but that’s all it can ever be.”
Even with that whole spiel, Aziraphale can tell Chamuel’s heart has just been utterly crushed, as he tries to look away, nodding, “Right, then.”
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Tea For Two
Roman d'amourAziraphale Fell is living his life in the big city when he's summoned to the sleepy town of Eden to settle the affairs of two beloved family friends.
