That morning was cold, it was a fall morning and the bookshop lay still with the exception of the fire crackling aflame a tall candle. Aziraphale barely awake yawned then smiling ear to ear remembering how Crowley was to be staying with him for awhile. He got dressed in his warm freshly dried clothes and patted himself down as he walked out into the shop, the air was cold and a brisk wind fluttered in through a window he had accidentally left opened the night before.
"Crowley? Are you awake?" Aziraphale said poking his head through the doorway, there lay Crowley flat on his face snoring obnoxiously into his pillow. "Oh my." Aziraphale said slightly laughing to himself, holding his own hands fiddling with his fingers. He walked back into the shop setting it up for the day into which he turned the sign smiling out into the quiet london town. "Morning, angel." Crowley said sliding his glasses on over his eyes. "Ah good! Crowley! Your awake." Aziraphale said smiling "Might you make us some hot chocolate?" Aziraphale asked putting his glasses on and sliding into his desk, with no other words spoken Crowley disappeared upstairs and returned a few minutes later with two warm cups of chocolate handing one to Aziraphale then sitting in a empty arm chair next to him. "Why are you up so early?" Crowley asked leaning back into the chair and opening his legs outwards. "Its a very exciting day Crowley! I am finally finishing my book!" he says shaking his balled up hands in excitment "Oh my god." Crowley says covering his face outputting a noise of exhaustion. "You love me!" Aziraphale says with a sweet tone, then quickly looking away. "I don't mean, like that." Crowleys eyes widen under his dark glasses as he glares at Aziraphales light pink blush, "I need to go."
