Starter for @ysabellasweb
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, filled with hot cocoa, good books, no responsibilites, and most importantly, no customers. A. Z. Fell's was closed for the day, and its owner sat inside, at his desk, fully submerged in a new book he'd bought earlier that day, completely ignoring the cup of cocoa that had been growing cold.
'And he was forever reading and dreaming to himself in the fields.' Aziraphale read out loud, to no one but himself. 'The sun shone on the li-'
A sudden crash that came from the main room of his shop cut him off. He jumped a bit at the loud noise, and stood up from his desk to investigate. If this was Crowley trying to be funny with finding new ways of entering the shop he'd have a strong word with him!
Instead, he found an unfamiliar lady laying on the circular carpet. When he looked up he saw the ceiling was smashed, she must have fallen through. Peculiar. He hadn't heard anyone be upstairs, nor did he have any idea as to why she might have been upstairs, or even how she managed to crash and fall down. It wasn't as if the floor had showed any signs of being at a breaking point, despite how old it may have been. He'd inspect the damages later, his worries were currently focused on if the woman was alright.
"Uhm, hello?" he asked out loud, and started to carefully approach her. Aziraphale was a bit tense, he had no idea what happened and what the woman's intentions were, but he'd still check up on her nonetheless. "Are you quite alright, dear?"