Answering Machine (Good Omens with y/n)

1. Saturday, September 23.

It was the first day of Autumn and the weather was perfect, to say the least. A cool, crisp 68°F (20°c) as y/n stepped out of their, yellow, 1968 Volkswagen Beetle, carrying boxes into a vacant building on the corner of Berwick Street, just a few shops down from A.Z Fell and Co.
Y/n pushed open the doors and set the boxes down, before going out to the car to get more, repeating the process until all the boxes were neatly stacked behind the counter.
The shop's layout was quite simple, two double doors which when pushed, opened to a large floor with multiple tables, offering a verity of handmade candles, soaps and fragrances. While some tables offered incense, crystals, and essential oils. Even some offering a large verity of items, anything from flowers and clothes to Autumn decor and bottled spices.
Y/n opened the shop every year, on the same day, at the same time. The first day of Autumn at 10:00 a.m. All the other time through out the year is it rented to Y/n's tenants.
It was 9:45 now and the finishing touches were being made, fixing the table cloths, cleaning the windows and setting out the colorfully chalked on sign, making sure to let people know that 3 wick candles were 2 for $25.
Y/n smiled and flipped the sign from "closed" to "very open" that hung on the door and went to take their spot behind the counter.
Business for this particular shop has and will always continue to be slow. It was the same every year, but Y/n didn't seem to mind, the store, which was called "Fireside Foliage", made Y/n happy, and it always seemed, without a fail, at the end of autumn all of Y/n inventory had been sold, so that was a nice plus.
The time was now exactly 10:00 am and the door had been pushed open which was greeted with a chime of the bell that hung above the door of the frame.
"Hello, welcome in."
Y/n greeted as the costumer came waltzing over to the counter.
Y/n vision had never been great, for far away things, but due to stubbornness and pricing of glasses they have never gotten themself a pair.
"Hello doll."
The familiar voice sang, as Y/n smiled and turned their head up, coming face to face with their dearest friend Aziraphele.
"Oh Aziraphele! How happy I am too see you!"
Y/n joyfully rang, as they hurried around the counter and hugged the angel, which was reciprocated by Aziraphele almost immediately.
"How have you been? How's the book shop? Tell me everything Babes."
Y/n has called Aziraphele "Babes" for as long as they have been friends, almost the same as Aziraphele calling Crowley "Dear or Darling" or Crowley calling Aziraphele "Angel", and here's where the word 'almost' comes into play because unlike Crowley and Aziraphele, Y/n's words were strictly platonic.
"Oh just amazing, everything, really."
Aziraphele said as he sat down at one of the stools by the counter, clasping his hands together.
"That's hardly sounds like everything."
Y/n giggled as they too took a seat.
"But that's great to hear Babes! So happy for you."
Y/n said with a smile which sooner turned into a grin.
"How's that little demon fellow of yours?"
The smirk not leaving your face as Aziraphele's began to turn red.
Crowley was one of Aziraphele's favorite topics to talk about, but when brought up by you it made him turn red.
You have known of Aziraphele's true form for quite some time now, as well as most of the secrets about heaven. Granted, he hadn't told you everything, nor all at once. But from your first time meeting, Aziraphele could tell, that without an once of doubt you could be trusted.
"Um... well h-he.. he's doing perfectly fine."
Aziraphele managed to stutter out as you smiled and hid your giggle with a free hand.
"He'll be over later today if you wanted to come by the book shop. You could meet him?"
You pondered at the question. It was a wonderful invitation, but you didn't want to impose on their personal time.
"I also got in that shipment of book you ordered, you could pick them up also."
Aziraphele said, knowing how you felt deep down about being a bother, which he always tried to make a bit better with each invitation.
Y/n smiled followed by a small nod.
"How about 6:30? I close the shop at 6 and I could make my way over after."
"Sounds wonderful."
Y/n hugged Aziraphele one last time before he left the shop and made his way up the corner to his own.

You couldn't wait till 6:30.