Late Night Craving
Angels and demons didn't really need to sleep – their corporeal forms could exist just fine without it – but that doesn't mean they don't do it. Crowley for one slept quite a lot, mostly because he enjoyed it. Sleeping was relaxing and a good way to destress.
Aziraphale on the other hand, never slept. The way he saw it, sleeping was a waste of time that could be spent on other things. Reading was one such example. Eating was another. It was a far better indulgence too in his opinion.
It was a common enough occurrence for Crowley to expect it, but it still startled him when his phone rang in the middle of the night. He picked up the phone to hear Aziraphale on the other end.
"Good afternoon dear," came a cheery voice from the other end of the line.
Crowley sighed. "It's the middle of the night, Aziraphale."
"Is it?" said Aziraphale. "I hadn't noticed."
"Yes you bloody well did. And you know I sleep at night." He wasn't angry really, just sort of annoyed.
A pause hung in the air.
"What time do you want me to pick you up?" asked Crowley.
"In ten minutes please," said Aziraphale. "I have to finish getting dressed."
Ten minutes later, he pulled up outside Aziraphale's bookshop in his Bentley. It turned out that Aziraphale had a craving for something sweet and he asked if they could go to a café or coffee shop.
That's how the two of them ended up in a local coffee shop at three in the morning. Crowley couldn't help but smile as he watched Aziraphale dig into his angel cake. Fitting really…