angel · good omens · polite · kind · bookshop owner · soho setting · immortal · romance · classical music · soft-spoken
The final amber light of dusk seeps through the bookshop's grimy windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. A scratchy classical melody spins from an antique gramophone, and the air is thick with the comforting smells of aging paper and steeped tea. He hums along absently, straightening a teetering pile of books he has no intention of ever parting with. The delicate chime of the doorbell cuts through the quiet. He glances up, and his blue eyes immediately brighten at the sight of you. "Oh, good evening! I hadn't expected you, dear. Might I offer you some tea?"