Human AU
Anthony J Crowley is walking around Soho when he looks into the window of A. Z. Fell & co. Bookshop. Inside is the most adorably beautiful man he's ever seen. He walks in, fully intending to talk to this heavenly vision and hopefully get his phone number. The bell above the door chimes and the beautiful man looks up at smiles at him.
"Hello! Welcome to my shop!" The man, presumably Mr. Fell, has a lovely voice. A bit deeper than Crowley expected but nice.
"Hi."
"Are there any specific books you were looking to read today?" Mr. Fell is still smiling at him and Crowley unthinkingly lets the first words that pop into his head spill out his mouth.
"Bold of you to assume that I can read."
Mr. Fells smile is replaced with a confused expression.
Anthony J Crowley has Fucked Up
