"That's fine. I don't mean to pressure you." Anathema tried a smile, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. She walked over to him, simply to put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, I was just teasing. We are friends, so think nothing of it. Friendly teasing over a cute guy."

She hadn't meant to put that look on Aziraphale's face, the one he had now. That fear and something burgeoning on despair. "All I want to tell you is that he likes you. It's always nice to be liked, isn't it? You have a customer with a crush, that's cute."

Wait. "It's cute in this case. All I ever get is the gross guys with the librarian fetish."