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Aziraphale was pacing around the bookshop, processing the words you had just told him. For some reason, he couldn't comprehend that you wanted to be his significant other.
"Aziraphale, would you please stop pacing around, you're making me anxious!" you informed the angel, watching as he stopped his pacing before spinning on his heels to face you.
He gave you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry dear, I'm just thinking," he stated, moving to sit beside you on the settee.
You chuckled softly. "I know you are, Aziraphale. It's not hard to tell when you keep muttering to yourself," you replied, turning so your knees are tilted towards him. You rested one of your hands against the arm of the settee, leaning back a bit while looking into Aziraphale's bright blue eyes.
"I'm just not sure if a relationship between us would work, Y/N. Not a romantic one at least," he said, turning to look at you with an almost sad gaze.
You frowned. "Why do you think that Aziraphale? Why wouldn't we work?" you asked. It had already taken you enough courage to build up the confidence to ask him out, and the anticipation for an answer was not helping your nerves. You were practically shaking.
Aziraphale sighed, placing a gentle, reassuring hand upon your knee. "You see, dear, it's not that I don't want a relationship with you, but Heaven has very strict rules when it comes to human interactions," he explained.
"Aziraphale, it shouldn't matter whether you're an angel from Heaven or not. You're decisions should be based off on what you feel is right. You had made a decision like that with Armageddon. Why can't you now?" you asked, almost frustrated with how things seemed to be going.
Aziraphale looked to be in a thoughtful state for a moment. "Are you sure about this? Are you sure that we could work?" the angel asked, his eyes looking at you intently.
You laughed softly. "The only reason we wouldn't work is because you wouldn't give it a chance, Angel," you replied, giving him a soft smile before taking his hand in yours and patting the back of it for a moment before standing up. "However, I don't want you to make a decision based off what I said about Heaven. I want you to be sure that you made the decision based off what you, and you only, feel is right," you smiled, grabbing your coat and placing it on. "I'll give you some time to think about it, alright Angel? Just give me a call when you've decided."
With that, you had left the bookshop, sending Aziraphale a small wave before departing down the pavement.
Aziraphale remained on the settee, his eyes staring at the exact spot you had just stood at a few seconds ago. With a bit of a huff, he stood up from where he was sat and moved to the door, switching the sign from open to closed.
He moved towards his desk, pulling the seat back and letting out a bit of a breath as the sound of the wood from the chair and from the floor scraped against one another. Aziraphale looked at the books and papers scattered along his desk. Gently, he pushed everything to the side before folding his hands onto the table and staring out the window in front of him.
He spent the next couple of hours thinking.
Aziraphale has come to a a decision before nine o'clock that night, and it was one he was confident on. Turning his head to look at the phone, he picked it up and dialed the number that he knew by heart.
He heard it ring for a few times before it was answered.
"Have you decided so soon?" you asked, a slight hint of amusement in your tone.
Aziraphale smiled before replying, "I have."
You swallowed, feeling the nerves build up in your stomach again. "What's the verdict?" you asked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed that you had just walked over to.
"I..." he paused for a moment, clearing his throat. He'd never done something like this before, and so even he felt nervous. "I've decided that I'd like more to come out of our relationship, Y/N. I have thought about it a lot the past few hours, especially about the consequences that this could cause. Even with them in mind, I've realized that being with you would be worth any sort of consequence that is thrown at me. I've chosen you, dear," Aziraphale finished with a smile.
You had let out a breath on the other end of the phone, wiping at a stray tear that had left your eyes. Keeping your voice even, you responded, "I'm honored that you have, Angel."
Aziraphale's smile only grew before he leaned back in the chair. "Well, I do believe this means I'll be seeing you in the morning," he hinted towards.
You laughed, causing Aziraphale to let out a small breath at the sound of it. "Yes, yes you will," you smiled. "I'll see you then Aziraphale."
"Good night, my dear," he replied before placing the phone back in its designated spot. With that, he stood up and made his way towards the back of the bookshop, deciding to pick up a good book to read before the day ended.
