"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."
"You do attract some questionable men. Especially one that fellow who hates to shower." At least, he assumed he hated showering, given the smell. Aziraphale let himself relax an then he turned to Anathema, seeing her concern and worry. She truly was a good friend, in her own way, and he hated that he was lying to her as well. That he was lying to everyone. That he had never said the words aloud to anyone, even if everyone seemed to know.
"He's very handsome..." Aziraphale finally managed to say, finding the courage. "He's the sort of man I would hope to find some day."
Was that coming out? Did he do it? He wasn't sure. He doubted it'd be a big moment for her but for him, in some ways, it was. "I danced with him. In the back. It was rather lovely."
"Is that your type? The bad boy." No, Anathema couldn't know just how much of a milestone this was for Aziraphale, but given his initial reactions and reluctance, she could at least guess at it a little. She had always been good at reading people and it was not as if this was difficult to do right now Aziraphale's anxiety was palpable. "You two danced? That's ridiculously romantic, I hope you realise."
She had assumed maybe making out for a bit, hardly time for anything else, but dance? Anathema grinned, pulling him into a quick hug. "You are one lucky duck."
"I'm not sure how lucky I am, we shall see in a couple of weeks time. I'm working on a very important letter so that will determine my outcome." Aziraphale said in his usual cryptic, awkward manner, letting Anathema give him a hug. Hugs were weird. Different. He liked them. He never really had that many. Today, he had been held by two people - in drastically different ways, of course!
"I really can finish up here. You should head home and relax. I don't have anywhere to be so -- I'll do the close up." He wanted to stay a little long, see if he could find a fitting poem for his letter.
"Fine. I'll leave you here to think about your handsome bad boy." She ruffled his hair, because why wouldn't she? Then turned away so she could get her things and leave. "I'll see you tomorrow. And I'll really have to teach you how to talk about boys, you are taking all the fun out of it."
A few more steps and then she looked back, indicating with her fingers. "By the way. Ten inches. At least."
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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."
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"He's very handsome..." Aziraphale finally managed to say, finding the courage. "He's the sort of man I would hope to find some day."
Was that coming out? Did he do it? He wasn't sure. He doubted it'd be a big moment for her but for him, in some ways, it was. "I danced with him. In the back. It was rather lovely."
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She had assumed maybe making out for a bit, hardly time for anything else, but dance? Anathema grinned, pulling him into a quick hug. "You are one lucky duck."
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"I really can finish up here. You should head home and relax. I don't have anywhere to be so -- I'll do the close up." He wanted to stay a little long, see if he could find a fitting poem for his letter.
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A few more steps and then she looked back, indicating with her fingers. "By the way. Ten inches. At least."