Anonymous asked: Crowley/Aziraphale, coffee shop AU. aand GO!
You would expect someone who owns a bookshop would be familiar with handling customers. Aziraphale was not. Since working in his bookshop he naturally glares at customers now. Which often result with customers ordering shakily and drinking quicker than he thought possible for humans. Crowley on the other hand was a natural. He was fast with ordering, good at light talk and could balance a number of cups and plates with one hand. He was born to work in a coffee shop. Well, he wasn’t technically born, but you get my gist.
At the end of one day Aziraphale sat at the back of the shop, looking broodily at the plain tiles. Crowley glided in, smiling mischievously. “What have you done, dear?” Aziraphale sighed, looking at his nails.
“I’ve been mixing up everyone’s orders all day. Also I miracle everyone’s seats to stick to the floor.” He looked for a reaction from the angel, but found none so continued, “You know how annoying seats who stick to the ground are? You’re just stuck. To the ground.” “I’m not good at this!” The angel blurted out, Crowley frowned, “Meddling with humans? I can-” “No, no, not that.” Aziraphale muttered, “At this job. I’m just no good.” he looked down. Crowley shuffled next to him, “Angel. You don’t need to be goof at this. This is below you, anyway. You can do anything.” Aziraphale lifted his blonde head, “Really?” “Yeah.” smirked Crowley, “Let’s burn this pace down.” “No, Crowley.” frowned Aziraphale.