Ineffable husbands are so in love

Fluff: Part 9

Context: (Yeah, I said I wouldn't. I lied. The Doctor lies.) This is a flower shop AU.

Aziraphale looked at the clock, in hopes for it to pass a little faster. I had been a long day, a few days before Valentine's, and the shop would close in around half an hour.

In a nearby street, Crowley slid on his sunglasses and hopped out of his Bentley. He had almost crashed but saved himself just in time, parked his car in a fantastic spot, and he was altogether having a marvellous day. After showing his anger to his boss sassily and passive agressively, his life would be complete. He had yet to do that, and his means were very intelligent.

"Good evening, sir," the kind gentleman behind the counter adressed him as he dawdled inside, ready for anything, as always.

Crowley slapped $50 on the counter, leaned against the counter, and looked up at the man who's name tag read 'Aziraphale.' Aziraphale, who had seemed like he went through a lot that day, stared back at the man without hestitation. 

The two men, who's faces measured a few centimetres in distance apart, smiled at one another before Crowley leaned a bit back to ask his question.

"How do I passive-agressivly say 'fuck you' in flower?"

Aziraphale's smiled widened, and took a step back, his facial expression clearly signifying his thoughts: my time has come.

"For a boss?"

"I don't know how you guessed."

"Oh, you do not want to know," he chuckled. "You name, good sir?"

"Crowley."

"Well, Crowley, I would suggest you take geraniums, as they signify stupidity," Aziraphale began. "Make sure to include a foxglove, and they represent insincerity."

"Right."

"I would also recommend meadowsweet, as they suggest uselessness. Yellow carnations are best to express the disappointment they have caused you."

"I'll take that as well, then"

"To top it all off, adding orange lillies imply hatred."

"Fantastic."

"One of each, Crowley?"

"Make that two of each. Oh and I'll take one more of the orange lillies."

"You asked for it," he smiled.

After handing Crowley the change, Aziraphale looked up at the clock.

"Perfect timing, Crowley. Well, I guess I may or may not see you again, so I'll say bye for now?"

"I don't think you have to be so vague about it. Trust me, I'll be coming back."

"Oh?"

"Oh definitely," he whispered, sliding him a small piece of paper. "Call me," he mouthed, walking out of the flower shop with a spring in his step.

Aziraphale let his eyes follow the stranger Crowley until he left he left his view, absent-mindedly smiling to himself, awaiting his next meeting only shortly after this one ended.