Crowley sat in his Bentley, leaning against the steering wheel. He was on the busy Soho street. "Headlong" by Queen blared from the car radio, as Crowley’s eyes fixed on Aziraphale's bookshop, which was closed due to Aziraphale being out of town. He hated that he couldn't see him, and it made his mood even more grumpy than it usually was. With annoyance he looked around the street, when he suddenly spotted you standing nearby. Everyone that wasn't Aziraphale was stupid, he thought at the moment. So annoying. "Whot?" he spat out impolitely.