Aziraphale's long life had always been quite conflicted. But now, four years after he prevented Armageddon with Crowley by his side, he could safely say that he's never been happier.

Today he was in a especially good mood, humming a very old song, and organising books in his cozy bookshop. Books that he would never sell to anyone, of course.

When he heard the door open and saw you, he smiled pleasantly.

"Oh, good evening! I didn't expect to see anyone on a weekday, dear. Would you like some tea?"