Aziraphale sighed as he heard the bell and then the footsteps. He stepped
out of the backroom, coming into the dimly lit bookshop and seeing who had
just come through the door. At first he saw nothing, and then a brown
haired girl came out of one of the rows near the back.
His head tilted to one side. He knew her from somewhere, but his memory was failing him at the moment.
"There aren't any prices on the books." Her voice wasn't familiar, but her eyes were, her smile was. And then he remembered, saw her sitting in a restaurant in soho, beside a window, walking past them in a breeze of lily- of-the-valley and coffee.
"Let me see, then." His manicured hands took the book lovingly from her, and he eyed her warily. She seemed quite taken with the book and he feared he may have to part with it. When he looked up to tell her some ungodly price that no one in their right mind would pay...he saw her eyes. Of coarse he had seen them before, but he actually looked into them now, into their depths. And then he knew.
He asked her.
She stared at him for a moment, her mouth hanging open and her legs threatening to fail her. But he smiled and reassured her, and she nodded.
"Alright, then." His voice was kinder, more angelic than before. He handed her the book. "Free of charge. Come back whenever you like, my door is always open."
She nearly fled, clutching the book to her chest, unable to catch her breath.
Aziraphale was leaning on the counter, rubbing his temples delicately, his eyes closed against the darkness of the shop. He was smiling, the noise of the bell hastily clanging still reverberating in his ears.
He hadn't known that there were any more in this part of London. Well...walking around at least. Of coarse there were some who came for missions, but very few lived normal lives here. She would return, he knew she would.
((weak...very weak. But my imagination is failing me at the moment and I just wanted to get a damned up-date on here. Oh, well....All my love, ~Lizney Wolf~))
His head tilted to one side. He knew her from somewhere, but his memory was failing him at the moment.
"There aren't any prices on the books." Her voice wasn't familiar, but her eyes were, her smile was. And then he remembered, saw her sitting in a restaurant in soho, beside a window, walking past them in a breeze of lily- of-the-valley and coffee.
"Let me see, then." His manicured hands took the book lovingly from her, and he eyed her warily. She seemed quite taken with the book and he feared he may have to part with it. When he looked up to tell her some ungodly price that no one in their right mind would pay...he saw her eyes. Of coarse he had seen them before, but he actually looked into them now, into their depths. And then he knew.
He asked her.
She stared at him for a moment, her mouth hanging open and her legs threatening to fail her. But he smiled and reassured her, and she nodded.
"Alright, then." His voice was kinder, more angelic than before. He handed her the book. "Free of charge. Come back whenever you like, my door is always open."
She nearly fled, clutching the book to her chest, unable to catch her breath.
Aziraphale was leaning on the counter, rubbing his temples delicately, his eyes closed against the darkness of the shop. He was smiling, the noise of the bell hastily clanging still reverberating in his ears.
He hadn't known that there were any more in this part of London. Well...walking around at least. Of coarse there were some who came for missions, but very few lived normal lives here. She would return, he knew she would.
((weak...very weak. But my imagination is failing me at the moment and I just wanted to get a damned up-date on here. Oh, well....All my love, ~Lizney Wolf~))
