Answering Machine (Good Omens with y/n)

2. 6pm

Business today was average.
The morning was a bit slow, but once all the other shop owners heard you were back they all rushed over, probably with a little help from Aziraphele.
Everyone's lunch break was your 'rush hour' so to speak, not so much as people buying things, but more of people coming in, taking a look around, talking to you, breaking a glass or two, paying for the broken glasses and leaving.
You pulled in the chalked sign from outside, cleaned the windows and lowered the blinds, flipped the sign in the door to 'closed', swept, mopped and finally locked up.
Y/n patted their brown corduroy shoulder bag, making sure all the remnants were where they needed to be.
You looked at your phone which glowed quite brightly in the dusk of the street.
6:20p.m is what is read, Y/n had a big smile on their face, knowing that they wouldn't be late. Not as if it really mattered, Aziraphele wasn't a stickler about that sort of things after years of being with Crowley, but Y/n's mother's words would always ring through their head as she used to scold "Punctuality is a virtue, my dear."
Which Y/n would respond with a snarky remark, usually in the words of Evelyn Waugh, which in this case it was.
"Punctuality is a virtue of the bored."
Y/n would quote their voice laced with irritation, which would, in turn, cause their mother to huff and storm away.
But all in all, the snarky, sarcastic remarks, the compassionate and caring attitude, and most importantly the honesty was what attracted Aziraphele to Y/n in the first place, he saw a lot of his Crowley in the shop owner, but she also saw a lot of himself too.
The walk was short and sweet, giving you time to look at all the new decorations and shops, from the window of course, as you made your way to Aziraphele's.
The lights were dim, obviously a sign the shop was closed. But honestly when wasn't it closed?
Aziraphele had ridiculous shop hours on purpose, trying to ensure that no one would buy one of his books, which often worked very well, but on the occasion he would have the occasional straggler which he wouldn't sell to anyway.
You knocked on the door which magically unlocked and opened itself, you smiled and way your way in, gently closing the door behind you.
You had been here multiple times and always enjoyed the atmosphere. Early morning gossip and tea, midday talks and lunch, late night chats and wine as well as a film or two, almost always followed by classical music and reading.
You were very thankful for Aziraphele, you often wonder if you show or say it enough.
"Hello?"
Y/n called as the sound of rummaging was heard coming from the back.
"Oh. Back here! I'll be out in a moment!"
Aziraphele called out as you smiled and nodded, knowing he couldn't see you but still nodding anyway.
You made your way to Aziraphele's desk, hanging up your coat and shoulder bag before sitting down at small table that supported an antique chess set, this was your unassigned assigned seat which you very seldom changed.
Thoughts ran through your mind as you waited for Aziraphele, thoughts such as:
'Where is Crowley?'
'I hope he didn't have to cancel.'
'What if he doesn't like me?'
'What if I don't like him?'
You shook your head at the last one, trying to clear the thought from your head as Aziraphele walked in with a medium sized box and placed it on the table beside you.
"Your books Doll."
Aziraphele said as he sat down in his desk chair watching your face light up with happiness as you rummaged through the box, inspecting each book, making sure the packaging people didn't forget one.
"Thank you so much Babes! I've been looking forward to these for a long while."
You hugged Aziraphele and went to your bag, pulling out a vintage Cartier leather wallet with gold handles on each corner and a bag of Hermann the German Orange and Lemon Sweets before making your way to his desk.
"What do I owe you for the books Babes?"
You asked as you gently handed Aziraphele the sweets and waited his answer.
"Not a thing Doll, consider it a gift."
Aziraphele said as your expression sank.
You were grateful of course! But the cost of one of the books you ordered was well over $1,000 by itself.
"A-Aziraphele, you c-can't do that. I mean- this is- it's just to much Babes. I really am grateful, but I can't accept that."
You explained as both of your hands gripped your wallet, which Aziraphele had been watching in case you dared to open it.
"Please? Just let me pay for one of them?"
You pleaded as you began to open your wallet which was quickly stopped by Aziraphele as he grabbed both of your hands gently in his.
"I said no Y/n. It's a gift."
He said in his normal soft voice, but this time it carried stern undertones.
You smiled and nodded, knowing that arguing with the Angel would get you nowhere.
You thanked him one last time before taking your normal seat and admiring the beauty of a first edition 1984 by George Orwell.
"So when is Crowley suppose to show up?"
You asked in a sing-song voice, almost like the ones children use when their one sided crush is going to show up and eat lunch with them and the other children would all sit around and 'Ooh' at them.
"He'll be here shortly. He's over at Nina's grabbing some coffee."
Aziraphele said his voice dripping with admiration for the demon.
"At 6:30 in the afternoon?"
You questioned, not in a rude way but out of pure disbelief that someone else craves after noon coffee the same way you do.