Well, That Was A Thing (Good Omens One-Shots)

55; An Ineffably Inevitable Meeting

Context: Inspired by Elizabetharte's "The First Meet" Human AU piece, where Crowley and Aziraphale bump into each other and that's how they meet.

https://www.tumblr.com/elizabetharte/792178945546223616/humanau-the-first-meet

Italics will be used for inner monologues and bold for emphasis.

Word Count: 4,200

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Aziraphale's POV:

Oh, lord. Why does Nina have such a massive line already?

Aziraphale Zackery Fell glanced at his watch. He was shocked to realize he was the one who was breaking his own routine, not the people who had flooded the coffee shop before him. Usually, he'd be in and out of the shop before 6:30 AM. Not today, though. The previous night, he had underestimated how long he would be reading and ended up going to bed after midnight. To still rest a sufficient amount, he had decided to turn off his usual 5:00 AM alarm and set a new one for half an hour later. Unfortunately, he made the alarm, but forgot to set it.

I should have left my usual alarm on. I knew I had to get back on schedule with the Smith order. And I haven't even started on the Johnson order! Oh...

When he eventually made it to the front of the line, Nina greeted him with a smile. "There you are! Maggie and I were beginning to worry."

"I got a bit distracted last night, messed up my alarm settings." Explained Aziraphale.

"You and those smutty books of yours." Teased the barista.

Aziraphale blushed slightly. "Oh hush, they're the same ones your wife recommended to me. If anything, it's her fault I'm running late today!"

Nina grinned a little. "Uh-huh, sure. Your usual order, then?"

"Please. And add me a frosted, strawberry jam donut, please. I haven't had breakfast." He said, handing over his credit card.

"Will do." She said, ringing him up.

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Crowley's POV:

Shitshitshitshit! Anathema, I'm gonna murder your husband if he doesn't get this solved by the end of next week!

Anthony Jay Crowley had been put in charge of his mothers' wedding anniversary party. Well, really, he put himself in charge of it. It was a surprise party. He had delegated several things between family and friends with time, to avoid things going wrong at the last minute. And yet, something still went wrong at the last minute.

His brother-in-law, Newton (his sister Anathema's husband), had been put in charge of getting the venue. And when the confirmation email reached Crowley's inbox last night, the redhead noticed the date was wrong by a whole month. It was supposed to be December 21st, not January 21st! He spent the entirety of last night raging over the mistake and trying to get in contact with Newton or Anathema, to no avail. Both of them slept with their phones on 'do not disturb' mode and wouldn't be waking up until about 9:00 AM, considering today was Saturday and both were off work.

Nevertheless, he kept sending text after furious text to both spouses, in hopes one of them would wake up earlier and get in contact with him. Had it been humanly possible, Crowley was sure his fuming mood would have made him burst into flames. He hoped a walk in the snowy middle of London could cool him down in some way. His car had been in the shop for weeks, so his choices were walking or public transit. And he wasn't a big fan of the latter.