Disclaimer: I do not own Good Omens or it's characters.

Note: Since I last updated this story, I changed the rating. I switched it from and M-rating to a T-rating. I did this because I realized I wasn't gonna have any 'private moments' between Crowley and Aziraphale. So to my original readers, I hope that you will continue to read this story. You will never guess the surprises I have in store, and I would hate for you to miss out.

Chapter 7,

"I went ahead and called a company to replace that glass window. I was told that they would come by tomorrow to measure the space and talk to you about the name and design you want to change the business to." Anathema said and Crowley looked around.

"It's so bright in this room, I feel as if I were standing under a spotlight. Makes me uncomfortable." Crowley said.

"Really? I would think you'd enjoy the spot light." Anathema said.

"I don't want to stand under a spotlight; I want to be the spotlight. There's a difference." Crowley said and Anathema smiled.

"Well, it sounds like you could use a paint job. The general store down the street sells paint and brushes and whatnot." Anathema said.

"I'd need a lot of paint. The walls, the ceiling, maybe the floor, or the door, or the outside of the building." Crowley said.

"You might need a permit to paint the exterior walls Crowley. You better look that up before you do it." Anathema said.

"Wait, I own the building, but I can't control the way it looks?" Crowley asked and Anathema shrugged.

"Rules are a bitch. They probably are just keeping out the odd paint jobs one might do. I'm not saying that you can't paint the outside, I'm only saying that you might have to go through the proper channels." Anathema said.

"Right, lovely." Crowley said sarcastically.

"Look, living as a human won't be so bad once you get use to it." Anathema said.

"Yes, but I have to get use to it first." Crowley said dramatically.

"Still. Hey, what do you think you'll change the name of the shop to? You'll be running this shop, so you might as well pick a name." Anathema said and Crowley paused. He hated the name 'Blooming Bloomers', but he hadn't stopped to think about what to change it to. A demon owning a flower shop, while waiting for his angel and the end of existence? How could he express that in a title.

"Well, I run a flower shop, right? So it only seems natural to name the store with a sort of a floral name, right?" Crowley said as he looked around.

"Yeah, that's the obvious route." Anathema said.

"But I don't want some fru fru name. What about naming the store something cool, like 'Belladonna'?" Crowley said.

"The poison?" Anathema asked.

"Why not? Lots of flowers can be poisonous. Beautiful and deadly, as is the game of love." Crowley said and Anathema chuckled.

"Still, Crowley. Young kids still buy flowers for their friends or parents. So perhaps you should steer away from poisons." Anathema suggested and Crowley sighed.

"I guess you have a point." Crowley said, disappointed.

"Well, what about plants that you like Crowley? If you happen to love marigolds and lilies, then you could name the store 'Marigolds and Lilies'." Anathema said and Crowley bit his lip.

"Maybe... though I would want to use one of uncommon names. Just so it sounds a little tougher." Crowley said.

"So then, you know what to name the store?" Anathema asked and Crowley nodded.

"Yes. Let me be the first to welcome you to Spiderwort and Gypsophila." Crowley presented and Anathema smiled.

"It almost sounds like a shop for the occult." Anathema said and Crowley smiled.

"Jealous?" Crowley asked and Anathema rolled her eyes.

"Oh, goodness. I can't imagine the trouble you're gonna cause in this town." Anathema said and Crowley laughed.

"Thanks. Let's hope I can pace myself. Only God knows how long I'll be in this town." Crowley said. Anathema thought for a moment and bit her lip.

"How was Aziraphale this morning when you said goodbye?" Anathema asked and Crowley sighed.

"He was pretty normal, actually. He was shocked that I put the Bentley in storage." Crowley said and Anathema shrugged.

"How's the new car anyways?" Anathema asked, not wanting to overstep her bounds.

"It's different. I've driven the Bentley for so long, I guess I'm still getting use to it." Crowley said and Anathema nodded.

"That makes sense." Anathema said.

"Still, I didn't think I'd have to replace Freddie Mercury for Gene Simmons." Crowley commented.

"Excuse me?" Anathema asked and Crowley groaned.

"The Bentley always found the radio station playing music by Queen. It's as if the car purposely sought it out. The Tesla, however, does a very similar thing, but with Kiss. The Tesla seeks out Kiss the way the Bentley seeks Queen." Crowley said and Anathema giggled.

"Are you sure you're not exaggerating? You make it sound as if these cars were alive." Anathema said.

"If we put our love and soul into something, then it becomes a living thing. Therefore everything we touch is alive." Crowley said and she sighed.

"I don't know about that, but your cars do seem to have personality." Anathema admitted.

"Yes, well, I don't know how often I'll need to drive it. This is more of a walking town." Crowley said and Anathema shrugged. She was about to say something, when the wall clock chimes and she sighed.

"Listen, I've got to go, Crowley. I have an appointment with Mrs. Dean." Anathema said, walking over and giving him a quick hug.

"Welcome to the neighborhood." She said quickly.

"Thanks." Crowley managed to say before she left. He looked around; alone once again. Loneliness was a bittersweet thing for Crowley.

Hell is cramp and overpopulated, so Crowley enjoyed the breathing room. But being alone, Crowley's mind would so often become his greatest enemy. If he became obsessed with a plan, or a mistake, or a certain angel, then being alone only intensified these thoughts. Crowley was desperately worried about Aziraphale being alone. The angel so often got into trouble, and he had to save him. And right now, Crowley couldn't just miracle into a hiding place and check up on Aziraphale whenever he was concerned.

Crowley shook these thoughts out of his head and he went upstairs to his new apartment. Hopefully unpacking will help ease his ailing heart.