Good Omens One Shots

Human AU & Flower Shop/Tatto Parlor AU

It was another average day over all.  The strangest was that the sky was clear and bright, rare for England spring. Aziraphale was sweeping up the fallen petals in the shop. Crowley was unboxing the most recent shipment of ink. Both glanced out of the windows at the clear day. The shops had been open for year now. They both loved the local, and the building itself. The only problem either had was the different crowds the shop across the street brought. A flowers hop and a Tattoo Parlor.

Now neither had an issue of the existant of either type of shop, but just disliked the proximity of one to the other. Crowley had quite the green thumb himself, with plenty of plants back home at his flat. Aziraphale, while never wanting a tattoo of his own, could appreciate the art that could be made in the medium. Neither of the shop owners have spoken to the other in the half decade the shops have been their, so they had no right to judge one another. That was about to change.

The manger finally came in, after being scheduled to be the two hours earlier. With warning, Crowley left, freeing up the rest of his day. Dispite his trait of constantly wearing sunglasses, he wasn't the biggest fan of the sun. It didn't go well with his dark wardrobe. He wanted to get inside, but not his own shop; he had enough of his employees for one day.

Glancing across the street through the wide windows where the same floral decor as always. He shrugged, want to see what selpecimine they had. Crowley recently got rid of a plant, due to an unwanted leaf spot. Looking through the window he saw the shop keep, nose deep in a book. He knee this was bornal, but he could help but be intrigued, causing blood to rush to his cheeks.

Aziraphale finished with tidying up the shop, with shrubs pruned, old bouquets tossed, and all the plants watered. Now all he had was time to sit behind the counter and wait for customers. He was often asked why he never highered help, always running everything by himself. He saw no need. His family lived too far to visit regularly, and his friend count was close to none. His schedule was regular and open, so all he had was time to work.

While he works it seems as though there is nothing but time. His flower shop isn't the only one in all of London, and flowers aren't a daily necessity, so costumers were limited. Aziraphale got into the habit of bring books along to read during the day, where of course he would put them away as soon as a customer would come.

With the ring of the bell, that's exactly what the shop keep did. "Welcome," he said out of habit, "Is there anything I can help you with?" Once breaking his closed eye smile, he recognized the familiar man. Heat rushed to his cheeks. Of course the two had yet to meet, but through the years they've seen each other, making them recognizable.

Aziraphale couldn't help but let out an instinctive, "Oh." Crowley only glance at him, before returning his attention to the store around him. It was small, three displays of potted plant, and one of bouquets. From the variety he saw leave the store, he expected more. "Isn't this quaint. Smaller than I expected."

"Its the perfect size," Aziraphale pouted, "I don't think I could handle anything larger."

"Don't you have employees?" Croey questioned, a bit condescendingly.

Aziraphale shook his head, "It's just me."

Crowley sighed and leaned against the counter. "That sucks," he commented, lifting up his sunglasses, "I was gonna ask you to lunch."

Aziraphale took a step back from surprise. He wasn't offended at all, just surprised. "We just meet, I don't even know your name," he stuttered out through the flustered mess he found himself in.

Crowley smirk and leaned further over the counter. "I could say the same to you," he scoffed, keeping eye contact with those brilliant blue eyes. "I'm Anthony J. Crowley." He stuck his free hand out to shake.

Aziraphale reached over and shook it, worried about how sweaty his hands were at the moment. "I'm Ambrose Ziraphale. But I prefer Aziraphale."

"Alright," Crowley smirked, standing up straight and returning his glasses over his eyes. "Can I tempt you to lunch."

Aziraphale frantically looked around the store, trying to find an excuse. But despite wanting to find one so bad, he didn't feel like he didn't want to not go. "I guess it couldn't hurt to be closed for one afternoon."

"I like the way you think?" Crowley commented walking out the door before the other even got out from behind the counter. "Where would you like to go?"

It did even take the other a moment to think of where to go. "How about the Ritz."

A/N - Not my best work, I'm not used to making one shots. But practice makes perfect.

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