My assumptions for Good Omens season three

III

Earth: London, England- Aziraphale's bookshop

Present time

   Aziraphale appeared at the entry of his bookshop. He looked around, taking in the view of the street, the shops, the cars parked along the side of the road. It was late at night. The usually busy streets were quiet and calm in the night. A few streetlamps lit up the surrounding area. Aziraphale took it all in. He would admit, he missed the familiar area. It was comforting to him, like home to him. 

No. Don't think like that. You are an angel, Heaven is your home. 

   Aziraphale pushed these thoughts onto himself, forcing himself to loose the attachment to Earth. Or rather, what was on Earth. He hated to think this way though. He loved the life he had made on Earth, the memories he made, the experiences he had. He hated to leave that.

    He inhaled deeply before turning towards the familiar shop. He hesitentily walked towards the door and reached his hand out to open it. A small soft ring from the bell above the door echoed throughout the shop as the door opened.

   It was dim in the shop. The small lamp on Aziraphale's desk was lit, but that and the light shining in from the streetlamps outside were the only sources of light in the building. The bookshop looked almost the exact same as Aziraphale had left it. However, it had been straightented up a bit. His desk was better organized than how it had been left and the scattered books that were previously on the floor had been cleared and were now on the shelves. Aziraphale walked over towards one of the shelves to examine the books that he had left behind. He found something. He found that the books on the shelves were organized alphabetically by author. Just how he liked it. 

Muriel must have reorganized them while I was gone. How sweet of her. He thought to himself. But how would she know that's how I liked my books organized? I never shared that about myself to her. 

   Aziraphale (attemptedly) shruged it off but that thought didn't fully leave him alone.

   He spent some time going through his vast collection and figuring out what he would take with him. He was a little too lost in his thoughts that he was completely oblivious of where he was walking.

"Ack!" Walking into something due to him being far to lost in his thoughts.

He began to say to himself "Good lord. I-"

"What are you doing here?!"

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Sorry there wasn't a lot of diolage in this chapter. I get a little carried away with descriptions. 

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