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Aziraphale believed his life couldn’t be more perfect. He owned a small home in a quiet neighbourhood. There were plenty of parks and trails for him to enjoy on a Sunday stroll and many animals to spot on his nature hikes. There were many neighbour kids who he’d smile at and greet, sometimes stopping to tell them silly jokes. Some of the kids would laugh, while others would look to their parents, unsure. The neighbours were lovely as well and Aziraphale was always offering his assistance wherever they needed it.

Aziraphale had a good job as a professor at the local university. He’d just gotten tenure and basically got to create his own schedule. The only thing that really caused him stress was his students and the mountain of homework to grade. But otherwise, everything was lovely indeed.

Sometimes, his family would check in on him and visit. Aziraphale always dreaded their visits, particularly Gabriel’s. Gabriel always used the opportunity to slide some jabs in. He often remarked on how Aziraphale had still not found a partner.

“Don’t you get lonely?” Gabriel asked.

“No. I have plenty to occupy my time. And I enjoy my freedom, my solitude. I like doing things on my own.”

“That sounds depressing,” Gabriel remarked. “What do you do all day anyway, read?” Gabriel looked to Aziraphale’s pride and joy, which were his meticulously arranged shelves.

“I enjoy reading,” Aziraphale replied sharply, not enjoying Gabriel’s judgment. “And I don’t just read all day. I have my job. And I go out on walks through the park and to restaurants and the theatre.”

“Yeah, all by yourself. Like I said, it’s depressing. You really should try online dating.”

“I…I don’t want to.”

Gabriel shook his head. “I don’t understand you, Aziraphale.”

Aziraphale knew that full well. Gabriel had never understood him.

Aziraphale did feel sorry for himself sometimes. For the fact that he’d never dated or even kissed before. (Gabriel said he’d kissed their neighbour when he was five. But Aziraphale didn’t even remember that, so he didn’t count it).

Having always been a fan of romance novels, Aziraphale had once fancied that he might bump into someone tall, dark and handsome. That he’d be whisked off his feet in some kind of romance right out of a Jane Austen novel. But that was when he’d been young, a teenager.

No one had ever been interested in him. Aziraphale had always been very friendly, but he’d always been bigger, not the sort of person most people found attractive. Not to mention that he’d been the target of much bullying in his youth. So, if anyone showed any interest in him, they would also be subject to that humiliation. So Aziraphale turned to his books, dreaming, hoping for that whirlwind romance. But it never came.

By the time Aziraphale started university, he had thrown himself into his studies and didn’t have time for dating. Not just that, but suddenly dating to him seemed, well… terrifying. He had become an adult. Almost everyone else had some experience with dating, whereas he didn’t. And that scared him. So Aziraphale just continued to be friendly and only ever made friends. He still kind of wanted to fall in love, to experience romance and dating and everything that came with it. Mostly, Aziraphale wondered what it might be like, what it would feel like. But Aziraphale began to get quite comfortable being on his own. He’d grown accustomed to his life. He had a certain way of doing things and wasn’t sure he wanted someone to upset that.

As for sex… Aziraphale had his books, and some of them could get quite steamy. He tried watching porn a few times. But something about actually seeing two people having sex almost turned him off. Aziraphale much preferred reading steamy novels. It wasn’t so much the image of scenarios that did it for him but the mere fact that what he was reading was dirty.

Aziraphale had never really confronted his sexuality head-on. After growing a very serious crush on the head football player in high school, Aziraphale had come to the conclusion that he was gay. He always drooled over hot men on his screen, though he also found the woman attractive.

When he’d become an assistant professor, Aziraphale joined the university’s Gender and Sexuality Association. He’d learned a lot through the association over the years and soon learned about asexuality. The term almost fit how Aziraphale felt, but not quite. Aziraphale had shelved the term away for a time, and after a few years, he felt that grey-sexual might be a more accurate fit. He didn’t use the label publicly, however. He didn’t see the point. It wasn’t like he was dating anyone after all. It wasn’t like he was going to date anyone ever. He was too nervous, and no one showed ever any interest in him. However, a small part of Aziraphale still desired that soul-consuming crush he hadn’t truly experienced since high school.

-

Spring had come, and the first flowers were blooming in Aziraphale’s neighbour’s garden. Aziraphale had always tried to make his gardens look nice, but he always failed. He didn’t have enough time to tend to them with his job. Aziraphale had a few plants in his house, but he always ended up killing them. The succulent on his windowsill had suddenly died, leaves falling off. Aziraphale sighed and tossed the plant out. He really didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He wanted to have some more greenery in his house however, considering how it was spring now. He decided to go to the plant store and see what he could find. Perhaps one of the employees there could help him.

Aziraphale went over on the weekend, and the store was a tiny bit busy. Aziraphale mostly wandered about, finding each plant more beautiful than the last. He decided to focus on getting something for his house. When the warm weather finally settled, he’d look for flowers for the gardens.

Aziraphale found rows of beautiful hanging plants and thought one would look great to hang by his kitchen window. The light was perfect there in the morning. Aziraphale just didn’t know which one. He began his search for an employee then. Aziraphale spotted an employee in uniform (a light green t-shirt with the company logo, a black apron, and black or brown pants). The employee was arranging plants into pots, their back turned. Long dark red hair was pulled into a loose ponytail at the base of their neck. Their uniform t-shirt revealed an arm tattoo, the intricacies that Aziraphale couldn’t make out from where he stood. Their figure was extremely feminine, so Aziraphale went with his assumption.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” He spoke loudly to get the employee’s attention.

The employee turned around, and Aziraphale was met with masculine features. The employee had a masculine face and an Adam’s apple.

“Sorry.” Aziraphale quickly apologized, feeling incredibly embarrassed about his presumption.  

Aziraphale’s eyes swept over the employee. He was struck by stunning, amber eyes. Despite their masculine face, there was something incredibly feminine about how they held themselves and how their uniform fell on their body. Maybe Aziraphale had been right? But he wouldn’t presume again. The employee was smiling wide and delighted when Aziraphale looked back up at their face.

“How can I help you, sir?” They asked, in a not extremely feminine tone.

Aziraphale’s eyes flashed to the employee’s name tag. It simply read: Crowley. That didn’t really help Aziraphale with what pronouns to use.

“Sorry.” Aziraphale apologised again. “I’m looking for a plant for my house.”

“You came to the right place.” Crowley’s smile grew. “We have thousands of house plants to choose from.”

“Yes. I know nothing about plants. So it’s making the decision quite hard. I was looking at those hanging plants, and I thought one might look quite nice.” Aziraphale turned to point to the plants.

“Oh, yes. Any in particular?”

“Well, that’s just what I wanted to inquire about. Which one would be the easiest to care for? I’m afraid I’m absolutely terrible at caring for plants. I always kill them. I’m always busy with work or something, and I tend to forget about them.”

“Then you might prefer something that needs less water.”

“Well, I used to have a succulent. But it died.”

“I see.” Crowley nodded, wearing an amused smile. “Well then, may I suggest a spider plant?” Crowley began walking towards the hanging plants to point to one with long, thin leaves. “They are really quite easy to care for. They basically require no watering. Just hang them by the sun, and when their leaves turn pale, then you know to water them.”

“Oh. They do look quite nice.” Aziraphale turned the pot around to inspect the plant. “Thank you for your help.”

“Of course. Anything else?” Crowley smiled as Aziraphale took the plant down.

“Oh, no. I think that’s all.”

“Well, if you need any more assistance, don’t be afraid to say so. I work here all the time. So if you ever need to come back for help with something…”

“Oh, thank you.” Aziraphale was touched by the offer.

“My name’s Crowley.” They tapped their name tag.

“Aziraphale.” Aziraphale offered his hand awkwardly, holding the pot in his other.

“Ah, you’re old-fashioned then.” Crowley smiled as he reached for Aziraphale’s hand. It was a very charming smile.

“Oh, very. My parents raised me to give a good firm handshake.” Aziraphale said as he shook Crowley’s hand.

“And indeed you do.” Crowley was still grinning, and Aziraphale was caught up in the stunning amber eyes. He’d never seen anything like them.

“Thank you again for your help. I’ll be sure to ask for you if I need more assistance.” Aziraphale took the pot back with both hands.

“I look forward to the opportunity.” Crowley smirked as they cocked their head slightly, their eyes trailing over Aziraphale.

Aziraphale blinked at that, a little off-put. He then quickly bowed his head goodbye and began walking to the checkout.

-

Aziraphale’s spider plant did not look good. He wanted to pick up some flowers for his gardens anyway. He returned to the same nursery, remembering Crowley’s offer last time. Something inside Aziraphale stirred at the idea of talking with them again. He was wandering through the store when he spotted the long, red hair. Crowley was outside watering the plants, wearing sunglasses that almost looked more feminine.

“Crowley.” Aziraphale waved from the other side of the aisle.

Crowley jumped a bit and turned the shower hose off. “Oh, hello again.” Crowley smiled wide. “You came back. Your plant’s not dead, is it?” They looked concerned.

“Well, I’m afraid it is looking quite sad. I’ve been watering it almost daily.”

“No!” Crowley’s hands shot into the air. “You can’t water it too much. If you do, the plant could get root rot. Spider plants really need very little water. Only water them when they look pale. Or when the soil is dry. I thought I told you that.”

“Oh, right.” Aziraphale felt embarrassed and scratched at the back of his head. “I just thought… I really didn’t want this one to die, so…” He trailed off. “God, I can’t do anything right.”

“No. No.” Crowley shook their head. “You’re doing fine. Plants are finicky. They all require different things. No two are alike.”

Aziraphale looked down at the plants on display. “Like people.”

“Exactly.” Crowley was smiling when Aziraphale looked up. “But you want to know how plants are even better than people?”

“Oh?”

Crowley leaned across the displays of flowers. “They don’t talk or judge,” Crowley smirked as they leaned back.

Aziraphale cracked a smile at that. “Yes, I suppose you are right.”

“So, is there anything else I can help you with?” Crowley asked, fiddling with the hose.

“Well, I was thinking about getting some flowers for my gardens.”

“I’d be delighted to help you.” Crowley flashed a smile. Aziraphale felt a little flustered but smiled back.

“See any you like?” Crowley gestured down the racks of flowers.

“Oh, there are so many to choose from.”

“What kind of gardens do you have? Is there lots of sun or mostly shade?”

“Mostly sun,” Aziraphale replied.

“Come with me. I’ll show you our most popular. They’re all relatively easy to care for.”

Crowley helped load a cart up with plants for Aziraphale. Crowley picked out coordinating colours detailing to Aziraphale how he should lay them out when he planted them. Aziraphale was doing his best to take mental notes of everything Crowley said. It was hard, though, for Crowley was suddenly standing very close to Aziraphale. Sometimes, when Crowley went to move things, they’d brush Aziraphale with their arm. Aziraphale had always been very sensitive to being touched, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Do you want me to help you out?” Crowley asked when they were done.

“I’d appreciate that. Thank you.” Aziraphale smiled softly to Crowley.

Suddenly, an announcement rang out over the speakers. “Could Crowley please come to the front? I repeat, could Crowley please come to the front?”

Crowley groaned. “Sorry. I’ll be right back.”

“Well, I think I’ll just take these to the checkout,” Aziraphale replied.

“I’ll meet you there then.” Crowley flashed that smile again.

Aziraphale went to the checkout. “Do you need help with that?” The cashier asked when everything was rung up.

“One of your employees actually offered to help me.” Aziraphale looked over to see where Crowley was talking to someone who looked to be the manager, near the front of the store. “Crowley.” Aziraphale pointed.

Crowley had finished talking with the manager and came over.

“Crowley, what have I said about flirting with the customers?” The cashier sighed as Crowley came over.

Aziraphale blinked in shock, startled.

“That it helps with sales,” Crowley smirked. “And besides, I wasn’t flirting. I was only helping.”

“You helping is flirting.”

“So am I not allowed to help then?” Crowley cocked their head.

“Fine.” The cashier sighed.

“After you.” Crowley waved their hand, gesturing for Aziraphale to head to the doors. Aziraphale moved, his brain running at a million miles an hour.

Flirting? Had Crowley been flirting with him? That would explain all the touching. Aziraphale nervously looked over to Crowley.

“Which one’s your car?” Crowley asked.

“The bug.” Aziraphale pointed.

“Adorable.”

Crowley helped put Aziraphale’s flowers into the back of his bug.

“Now, you must tell me how you get along with your gardens,” Crowley spoke. “And don’t water your spider plant as much. If it continues to look sad, then you might need to re-pot it.”

Aziraphale nodded as Crowley finished loading all his plants into his car.

“Thank you. Again.” Aziraphale felt incredibly nervous as Crowley hovered nearby.

“No trouble at all. I was just doing my job. I hope to see you again, sir.”

Aziraphale smiled softly, welcoming the familiarity of friendly customer service.

“Have a nice day.” Aziraphale bowed his head.

“You too.” Crowley waved as Aziraphale moved to his car door. Crowley turned around and started walking back to the store.

-

Something was digging up Aziraphale’s garden. He was just glad that it wasn’t his fault the flowers were dying. One of his coworkers had talked about a tomato garden, and Aziraphale thought he might try to grow some vegetables again. Only, last time, they’d been eaten by bugs.

So he was at the garden store again, vaguely wondering if he might see Crowley. His heart was racing wildly. Why was his heart racing? Was he excited or nervous about seeing the employee? Nervous, definitely nervous. Aziraphale was nervous because he was still unsure if Crowley had been flirting with him. And Aziraphale was sure no one had ever flirted with him before. He wasn’t sure how to react in that scenario.

Aziraphale soon caught the familiar red hair. The way Crowley’s uniform hung on their body seemed much more masculine this time. Crowley was watering plants, and Aziraphale worked up the courage to walk over. He caught Crowley singing softly to himself (or maybe to the plants).

“Um, excuse me.” Aziraphale cleared his throat to announce himself.

Crowley looked up, and Aziraphale was caught in those amber eyes. His stomach did a flip.

“You again!” Crowley smiled wide. “It’s good to see you again. How are your plants fairing?”

“Well, something has been digging in my gardens.”

“Oh, that’d probably be a skunk. They love grubs. Do you have grubs?”

“I wouldn’t know. But I must, considering the holes in my garden.”

“Well, we have pest repellent and grub control.”

“Aren’t those things bad for the environment?” Aziraphale questioned.

“Well, the pest repellent is mainly cayenne pepper. I can’t say for the grub control, however. But it’s mostly chemicals, so probably not good.”

“Maybe there’s a more natural way of dealing with grubs.”

“I wouldn’t know about that. I’m not really a lawn person. They say lawns are bad for the environment, you know.”

“They are?” Aziraphale was surprised. “But the skunks aren’t just in my lawn. They’re also in my flower beds.”

“Oh, yes. Right.” Crowley nodded.

“But you mentioned cayenne pepper.”

“Well, that just stops the animals from eating your plants.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea! You see, I also wanted to start a little vegetable garden. But last time I did, something ate it all. I think it was bugs or something.”

“Quite possibly. We have insecticides and pesticides. But if you’re concerned about the environment, I’d suggest avoiding those.”

“Yes, I don’t want to hurt those poor little bees.”

Crowley’s smile grew, causing Aziraphale’s stomach to do the flip-flop thing. Aziraphale coughed nervously, looking away for a second. He then righted himself. He wouldn’t let his nerves embarrass him.

“Do you have some tomato plants?” Aziraphale asked.

Crowley then showed Aziraphale over to the vegetable section. They were all too close again, Crowley’s arm and uniform brushing against Aziraphale. Aziraphale’s heart was racing. This wasn’t good at all.

“What did you say your name was again?” Crowley suddenly asked when he’d filled a cart for Aziraphale with some vegetable plants.

“Aziraphale.”

“Oh, yes. Right. I knew it was something unique and started with an A.”

“It’s an angel.”

Crowley looked confused.

“Aziraphale is an angel’s name. All my siblings are named after angels.”

“Then I think it suits you very well.” Crowley smiled at Aziraphale.

Aziraphale thought for sure that had to be flirting. He felt lightheaded. He had to get home.

“Thank you again, Crowley. You are much help, indeed. I wish you a good day.” Aziraphale quickly spun off, needing to get away from Crowley and draw in some breaths.

-

Aziraphale was trying not to think of Crowley. Of Crowley’s long hair, amber eyes, and gorgeous smile.

Then suddenly, it hit Aziraphale. Did he have a crush? He hadn’t had one, a proper one since… god, high school? What was he supposed to do with himself with this newfound crush?

Aziraphale had no excuse or reason when he’d found himself back in the garden store. His heart was racing, trying to come up with some excuse to conceal the fact that he really was only hoping to see Crowley again. God, he had one crush every few decades, and it consumed his every thought.

Suddenly, Crowley was there, looking very masculine again. He spotted Aziraphale first and came over, smiling wide. “Az…” Crowley’s finger raised as they tried to recall Aziraphale’s name. “All I remember was… angel.”

Aziraphale’s poor heart was fluttering away. “Aziraphale.” He told Crowley.

“Aziraphale.” Crowley tried it with difficulty. “That’s going to take some time to remember. Aziraphale.” They tried again more softly.

“Don’t worry. It’s tricky.” Aziraphale waved his hand, nonchalant. He was used to people butchering it or not even bothering to remember his name.

“Please tell me your plants haven’t died already.” Crowley inquired.

“No, no.” Aziraphale chuckled. “Actually, I’ve been doing a lot of research into natural ways to repel insects and bugs.”

“Good for you.” Crowley smiled wide.

“I was thinking of getting myself one of those climbing plants. It’s not too late in the season for them, is it?”

“Oh, not at all. Clematises look very beautiful, and they’re relatively easy to care for. They are also perennials.”

“Meaning?” Aziraphale inquired.

“They grow back every year.”

“Oh, how wonderful!”

“I’ll show you some.”

Soon, Aziraphale had a baby plant in a cart.

“Do you like music?” Crowley suddenly asked.

“Oh, yes.” Aziraphale nodded.

Crowley pulled a pamphlet out of their apron pocket. “I’m a part of this band, and we’ve got this show coming up. I’m a bit worried we might be performing to an empty crowd.” Crowley looked nervous as they scratched the back of their head. “It’s rock music. I’m not sure if that’s your kind of thing.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale took the pamphlet slowly. “I’m not really one for loud music. I prefer classical.” He turned the pamphlet for the advertised show over.

“Don’t worry about it.” Crowley was putting on a good show of being casual, but Aziraphale saw right through it.

“If I’m not busy… then maybe.” Aziraphale offered, and Crowley’s smile grew.

“Wonderful!”

-

That’s how Aziraphale found himself in one of his best suits at a nightclub a few nights later. His heart was racing, realizing he was entirely overdressed. He’d been to clubs before, when in university, with friends, simply for the experience. He mainly enjoyed conversation with fellow patrons. But Aziraphale found clubs a bit too loud and crowded for his tastes. This club, however, was completely void of almost anyone. Aziraphale slowly walked through to see the stage where a band was currently setting up. Aziraphale’s eyes immediately found Crowley.

Crowley was wearing a red, plaid skirt, black tights underneath, and converse. This was paired with a ripped black tank top, which prominently showed off the tattoo on their arm. Aziraphale still hadn’t studied it too much, but he could make out some of it was red-inked roses. Silver chains hung about Crowley. Their hair was done up in a messy bun. They looked so different not in their uniform. And, well…hot. Crowley was tuning a guitar, sunglasses half covering their eyes.

Crowley must have noticed Aziraphale. For suddenly, they stopped tuning the guitar and pushed the sunglasses up, looking almost in awe.

“Angel!” Crowley put the guitar aside and jumped down from the stage towards Aziraphale. “You came! I thought you wouldn’t.”

“Well, I got off work early today.” Aziraphale wrung his hands together, nervous.

“Well, I hope you enjoy the show. We’ll get a drink after, okay?” Crowley smirked and jumped back up on the stage.

Aziraphale’s heart pounded away, and he ran towards the bar to grab a drink. He figured he might need some liquid courage tonight.

Aziraphale settled into a seat facing the stage with his drink as the band began. It was loud music, but not bad, really. Aziraphale was fixated on Crowley, watching their figure move and hips buck. Crowley’s ring-covered fingers were expertly playing the guitar strings. Aziraphale felt hot under the collar. Perhaps he’d worn too many layers for a club.

A few patrons in the club came to dance in front of the stage. When the band’s performance was done, they all clapped in praise. The band put away their instruments, and Crowley jumped off the stage and headed right for Aziraphale.

“So, what did you think?” Crowley asked, falling down in the seat across from Aziraphale.

“Well, it was loud,” Aziraphale replied.

Crowley laughed. It was delightful.

“I’m going to get a drink.” Crowley pushed out of the seat and headed to the bar, coming back in a second.

“How long have you been a part of the band?” Aziraphale asked as Crowley sat back down.

“Since university. I was studying theatre at the time.”

“Oh, how interesting. Are you still involved in theatre?”

“Yes, I’m a part of a small performance crew. We’re shit, but it’s fun.”

“I love watching plays.”

“You should come see us perform sometime.” Crowley flashed a welcoming smirk.

Was that an invitation?

“I’d probably enjoy it more than your music. Not that you weren’t great.” Aziraphale quickly sipped his drink, feeling nervous at offering the praise. He hoped it wouldn’t be read wrong.

Crowley flashed that smile. “So, what is it that you do, Aziraphale?”

Crowley had remembered Aziraphale’s name! They even pronounced it right! Aziraphale’s heart swooned.

“I’m a professor. I teach language and literature.” Aziraphale informed Crowley.

“My! That’s pretty impressive. And here I work at a garden store.”

“Well, you’re a very good worker,” Aziraphale assured Crowley. “Do you enjoy working there?”

“Some of the customers can be complete assholes. But I don’t mind it. Especially when I just get to be alone with the plants.”

“So then perhaps I should stop bothering you with all my questions.” Aziraphale joked lightly.

“You can bother me any time.” There was that smirk again.

Aziraphale turned back to his drink.

“So.” Crowley’s black-painted nails tapped the table. “Are you single?”

Definitely an invitation. Aziraphale’s face was probably bright red.

“Um. Yes.” Aziraphale didn’t dare meet Crowley’s eyes, putting his drink down.

“I see.” Crowley’s words were slow, their voice smooth. “Then perhaps you’d like to go out for coffee sometime.”

“I prefer tea,” Aziraphale replied sharply, overwhelmed by the offer.

“Tea then.” Crowley was smiling.

“I….um…” Aziraphale avoided Crowley’s eyes.

“I won’t be offended if you’re not interested,” Crowley replied, hand waving casually in the air.

“It’s not that…” Aziraphale looked back up. He nervously wrung his hands together. “I just… Like a date?” He asked for clarification.

“Yes, like a date. But it doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to.” Crowley was smiling softly.

“I’ve…” Aziraphale looked down. “I’ve never been on a date before.”

“Really? Never?” Crowley sounded shocked but not mocking.

“No.” Aziraphale blushed, embarrassed.

“Well, then. I’d be honoured to be your first. But only if you’re interested.”

“Just tea?” Aziraphale inquired. He could handle tea. He went for tea with friends and colleagues all the time.

“Just tea,” Crowley replied. “Though I’ll probably get coffee.”

Aziraphale chuckled at that, easing a bit.

“What’s your number?” Crowley was pulling out his phone then.

-

Aziraphale wasn’t sure what he was doing or what he was getting into as he arranged for a coffee date with Crowley. He felt nervous but excited texting Crowley. This was going to be his first date. That was something exciting indeed. It had been something he’d kind of always wanted to cross off his bucket list, but he’d never thought he’d get the opportunity.

Aziraphale reached the coffee shop first and ordered a tea and a small croissant to nibble on. He needed something to preoccupy his nerves. Aziraphale sat down and waited for Crowley, nerves growing. Crowley soon arrived, coming through the door.

Crowley looked very masculine today. They were wearing the tightest black jeans with rips in them. They had a grey graphic tee with some band on it, which was covered by a black biker jacket. Crowley’s hair was down, and sunglasses covered their eyes. Aziraphale’s breath left him. Yes, he most certainly found Crowley attractive. There was no denying that now.

“Aziraphale!” Crowley came over, pushing their sunglasses up. “You look lovely.”

Aziraphale blushed at the compliment. “I already ordered myself something. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Crowley waved their hand. “Let me go order myself some coffee. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Aziraphale nodded, trying to soothe his racing heart. God, he almost hated how horrible this crush made him feel.

Crowley returned with a coffee and a scone.

“So. How are you, angel?” Crowley flashed that smile and sat down.

“Fine.” Aziraphale’s voice hitched as Crowley suddenly took their jacket off. Aziraphale finally got a good view of Crowley’s tattoo. He noticed it was an image of a snake coiled up in roses.

“What have you been up to?” Crowley asked, pushing their sunglasses up.

“Busy with school. Midterms are soon.”

“Isn’t it summer, though? Shouldn’t school be out?”

“Summer school. We have a fair amount of students in the summer months at the university.”

“Ah.” Crowley nodded.

“What about you?” Aziraphale pulled a piece of his croissant off to nibble at.

“Not much. Same old. I’m babysitting my friend’s cat, and it’s an absolute demon. It’s nearly ate my plants five times. I had to move them into the spare room to lock them away from the horrid beast. The poor things won’t get any proper sun in there.”

“Sounds like you got your work cut out for you.” Aziraphale smiled at the image of Crowley trying to wrangle a wild cat. “How long do you have to look after the cat?”

“Just a week. Thank god.” Crowley sipped their coffee.

“I always say I could never be trusted with a pet. Why, I can’t even look after a plant.” Aziraphale chuckled.

“How are your plants doing anyway?” Crowley asked, sipping his coffee.

“Oh, quite well. My spider plant even grew some flowers on its stem.”

“Oh, how marvellous!” Crowley smiled, and Aziraphale felt at ease. “So,” Crowley repositioned, lounging almost casually across the chair. “What sort of things are you interested in?”

“Well, I spend a lot of time reading. Anything and everything. I’m a great lover of books of all kinds.”

Crowley hummed, sipping their coffee.

“But I also enjoy nature walks and going to the theatre or the art gallery. Yourself?”

“Well, I’ve got my theatre group and my band to preoccupy my time.”

“Oh, yes. So you just play the guitar, then?” Aziraphale sipped his tea.

“I also know piano. But I prefer guitar.”

Aziraphale nodded and sipped more of his tea.

Crowley then bit into their scone and hummed approvingly of the taste. Crowley finished it all off in quick bites, practically wolfing it down. Aziraphale continued to nibble at his croissant politely, wondering what else they could discuss.

“Do you like birdwatching?” Crowley suddenly asked. “I’ve been thinking of getting into birdwatching.”

Aziraphale chuckled at the sudden statement. “Yes, I do enjoy birdwatching. Have you gone on some of the trails in the botanical gardens? There are lots of friendly birds that will eat right out of your hand.” Aziraphale motioned with an open palm.

“Oh, I do so love the botanical gardens. I long to work there. But alas, I’m stuck at my horrible garden store.” Crowley sighed, and Aziraphale felt sorry for them.

“And I always feel a bit silly walking around the gardens all by myself.” Crowley traced the top of their cup.

“Oh, you shouldn’t. I always go on walks by myself. I find them refreshing. But I’ve come to enjoy being on my own after being single for so long.” Aziraphale ducked his head and wrung his hands.

“I go from one relationship to the next,” Crowley stated. “One minute, I’m madly in love. Then they become too much; they start to push into my space. So then I dump them and enjoy my solitude for a time. Then I get lonely and start looking around again. It’s a vicious cycle.”

Crowley grabbed their coffee to sip as Aziraphale finished off his croissant.  

“Do you ever get lonely?” Crowley inquired gently.

It always seemed to come back to that question, didn’t it?

Aziraphale hugged his hands around his cup. “I do. Sometimes. I think sometimes that it might be nice to have someone to go out with. Someone to watch shows with at home. To have someone to talk to about a book I’m excited about. But I make do. And I have a particular way of how I like things. I don’t know if I’d like someone upsetting that.”

“Oh, I know what you mean.” Crowley sipped their coffee. “It’s for that exact reason why so many of my relationships have failed. But I don’t think I could do it. Stay single for so long.”

Aziraphale hummed, sipping his tea.

“But I really shouldn’t be talking about my past relationships on a first date.” Crowley flashed that smile, and Aziraphale almost choked on his drink.

“So, tell me more about what you do as a professor?”

Their coffee date was going rather smoothly. Aziraphale’s nerves started to fall away as he became more comfortable. Crowley looked to their watch, realizing how much time they’d spent talking.

“Oh, dear. I didn’t realize the time. I’m afraid I have to go.” Crowley was getting up quickly. “I have another prior arrangement.”

“That’s alright,” Aziraphale assured Crowley.

“This has been a lovely date, though. And I thoroughly enjoyed talking to you.” Crowley smiled as they threw their jacket on.

“Likewise.” Aziraphale smiled, standing up. “Let me walk you out.” He knew it was what people typically did on a date, to be polite.  

Crowley smiled. They walked out together and Aziraphale held open the door for Crowley.

“Um, Crowley.” Aziraphale worked up the courage to speak once they were outside. “Thank you for this. I’ve always wanted to go on a date, and I feared I might never. But…” he trailed off. “It was nice.” He smiled softly.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it too then.” Crowley was smiling softly in return. It put Aziraphale at ease. “Maybe we could do this again? We could go to the botanical gardens as you were suggesting.”

Aziraphale startled. Had he suggested that? “I…” He thought it over. “That could be nice.”

“Well then, I’ll say goodbye.” Crowley put his sunglasses back on.

For a moment, Aziraphale worried if a kiss was expected, but Crowley simply waved and turned to walk away. Aziraphale breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t ready at all for a kiss. He wasn’t even sure that was something he wanted. His stomach grumbled, and he looked at his watch.

“Well, I suppose I could go for a quick bite to eat.” He smiled to himself.

-

Aziraphale had been texting Crowley, and they had arranged another date at the botanical gardens. It looked to be perfect weather and Aziraphale was quite looking forward to it. He fussed over his looks in the mirror. Aziraphale pouted over how his favourite shirt wasn’t fitting him like it used to. He’d put on more weight. It had taken a lot of time for Aziraphale to be confident in his body after years of bullying. And sometimes, he slipped back into disappointment when he’d put on a few extra pounds. And now with his date with Crowley, it made him feel more self-conscious. But there was nothing to be done about it now. So Aziraphale chose his second-best shirt and continued getting ready.

Aziraphale drove to the gardens, listening to classical music all the way. Aziraphale reached the gardens and stepped out of his car, heading inside the building where Crowley had said they’d meet him. Aziraphale checked his phone, noticing Crowley had texted, saying they arrived and were waiting inside. Aziraphale drew his head up to look for Crowley.

“Aziraphale!” He heard his name called and found Crowley coming over.

Crowley was wearing a dark jacket over a button-up top paired with black pants. Their sunglasses were on, and the way their hair hung down made them look feminine.

“You made it!” Crowley was smiling wide.

“You weren’t waiting long? Were you?” Aziraphale felt sorry if they had been.

“Not at all.” Crowley waved their hand. “Shall we get on then?”

“Oh, yes. I’m quite looking forward to it, to tell you the truth.”

Crowley flashed that smile again, tipping their sunglasses up slightly. “As am I.”

After paying for their passes in the main building, they headed right outside into the gardens. It was indeed beautiful, and the sun was bright. Aziraphale almost wished he’d thought of sunglasses or perhaps an umbrella. Any discomfort he felt fell to the wayside as they immediately came upon the first flower beds, which were filled and brimming with the most beautiful flowers you’d ever seen.

“Oh, how beautiful.” Aziraphale reached out to touch them.

“Oh, look at the marigolds.” Crowley was wandering on the other side of the flowerbed, and Aziraphale came over to join them.

“Oh yes, lovely.” Aziraphale smiled at the beautiful flowers. “Yellow is my favourite colour. “ He looked up at Crowley. “Do you have a favourite colour?”

“Red, I think. Shall we continue onward?” Crowley motioned, and Aziraphale nodded.

They continued their slow stroll along the pathway. Aziraphale was caught up in the beauty of each of the flowers. He’d ask Crowley if they knew what some flowers were, and Crowley would respond right away. Crowley would even sometimes supply the scientific name and a bit about the flower. It was all very fascinating indeed.

They continued down the pathways, through some gazebos and across a bridge. Up ahead were some birdfeeders, and birds swarmed them.

“Oh, Crowley. Look at all the birds.”  Aziraphale pointed.

“Oh, they look lovely.”

Aziraphale tiptoed across the grassy area toward the birdfeeder, sending the birds flying.

“What are you doing?” Crowley inquired with intrigue.

“I’m getting some birdseed.” Aziraphale picked some up and returned to Crowley’s side, offering some.

Crowley held open their hands, and Aziraphale dropped some seed into it. Aziraphale then turned with a smile and held his palm open with the seeds in it. Crowley followed suit, and soon, the birds were flying back, staring at them quizzically from a safe distance. A small chickadee swooped down and landed in Aziraphale’s hand.

“Aziraphale.” Crowley chuckled as Aziraphale smiled wide. The chickadee picked a seed up from his palm and flew off.

Another followed after and landed in Crowley’s hand. Crowley chuckled in delight as the bird picked up a few seeds and flew off. “Well, look at that.”

“Isn’t it amazing?” Aziraphale smiled at Crowley.

“It most certainly is.”

They stood there for a bit more, letting birds eat out of their hand till all the seeds were gone. After, they continued their stroll around the pond. They returned to the main gardens and moved towards another gazebo-like structure. It was covered in ivy.

“Oh, look, Aziraphale, it’s climbing roses. Oh, aren’t they magnificent?” Crowley took one gently into his hand and smelled it. Aziraphale followed in suit.

“They are certainly beautiful,” Aziraphale said, stroking the petals.

Aziraphale was starting to get hot with all his layers, so he pulled at his jacket to let a breeze through.

“Are you alright?” Crowley must have noticed the movement.

“Oh, just a touch warm. I may have over dressed.”

“Well, we could go inside to the air conditioning. They have exotic plants inside, don’t they?”

“Yes. I haven’t wandered about inside their greenhouses in awhile. Could be nice.” A smile grew on Aziraphale’s face.

“Let's go then.” Crowley led the way.

It was much nicer inside, in the air conditioning. They wandered to the greenhouses, where there was quite a display of hydrangeas. From there, they walked further, to the tropical plant section. It was a touch warmer in there but not as warm as outside. There were a lot of trees, and it felt very much like walking through a jungle.

“Oh, look, Crowley! A Bird of Paradise! I always think they look so unique.” Aziraphale pointed.

“Oh, yes. I quite like those as well.” Crowley was wandering through the room with great intrigue. “Look here, Aziraphale. They have a pitcher plant.”

Aziraphale came over.

“They’re one of the few carnivorous plants,” Crowley informed. “They lure insects into their cups with sweet nectar. And once the insect is inside, it gets stuck and is dissolved into the plant’s liquids.”

Aziraphale shivered at that thought.

“Isn’t it fascinating?” Crowley was smiling wickedly.

“Certainly is.”

Crowley continued down the pathway, and Aziraphale followed afterward. Crowley gave some quite excited reactions over some of the rarer plants and would tell Aziraphale about them. Aziraphale was quite enjoying learning so much about the different types of plants.

“How did you become so knowledgeable about plants?” Aziraphale inquired as they continued their stroll.

“I grew an interest in gardening quite young. I got a job at this small nursery and tree planting business in high school. The owner was this older gentleman who taught me many things. He had all these old books about plants with intricate drawings. I still have them. They are quite beautiful to look at.”

“Oh, that sounds quite interesting.”

“The man later retired and closed down his business. I couldn’t imagine working some retail job, so I got a job at another nursery. Ever since then, I’ve been researching plants. I just find them so fascinating.”

“Well, they most certainly are.”

They had finished their walk through the greenhouses and returned to the main area. Aziraphale’s stomach growled softly.

“Are you hungry?” Crowley asked, head cocked.

“My apologies.” Aziraphale flushed, embarrassed over his body’s functions.

“I’m rather peckish too, now that I come to think of it. Doesn’t this place have a café?”

“Yes, but it’s outside.”

“Well, would you like to get something?” Crowley asked.

Aziraphale was feeling quite hungry indeed. It was nearly lunch. “Alright. Might as well.” He smiled.

The café was a quaint little thing right in the heart of the gardens. A covering shaded an outside sitting area, and few people were sitting there. Aziraphale and Crowley went inside. Aziraphale scanned the things on the board on the wall behind the register. He noticed tea on the drink menu. As tempting as that was, it was too hot for tea. His eyes then drifted down to the displays of baked goods, his eyes going big. His mouth watered over how delicious they looked, and his stomach grumbled again. But no, he should really restrain himself. Aziraphale didn’t want to look like a slob, especially on his second date. The reality that he was on a date came washing back, almost overwhelming Aziraphale.

“I think I might go for a sandwich and one of those scones. They look quite good, don’t they?” Crowley pointed.

“They do indeed.” Aziraphale licked his bottom lip. Oh, it was so hard to resist.

Crowley was already walking up to the counter and reciting his order. Aziraphale was still looking at the baked goods. Oh, he couldn’t pick just one. Why did he have such a terrible sweet tooth?

“What would you like, angel? Have you decided?” Crowley inquired.

“Oh, it’s such a hard choice. I can’t possibly choose.”

“Do you do containers?” Crowley asked the employee, who nodded happily. “There you are. Pick as many as you like. Whatever you don’t finish, you can take home with you.”

That was an idea! Aziraphale knew he could finish a lot of things in one sitting. But to look respectful, he would eat only a few and take all the other sweets with him to devour later. It was a delightful idea indeed.

“Alright.” Aziraphale caved and approached the counter with excitement. After picking out almost one of every pastry on display, he ordered a panini and a lemonade to drink.

“Make that two lemonades,” Crowley added.

Aziraphale suddenly realized that Crowley hadn’t paid for his order. The next thing Aziraphale knew, Crowley was pulling out a slim wallet from their interior jacket pocket.

“On me.” Crowley flashed that smile.

“I...” Aziraphale’s heart fluttered. He was usually the one who was friendly and bought things for colleagues. No one ever bought him things. “You really don’t have to, Crowley.”

“I insist.” Crowley was already handing their card over. “This is a date, isn’t it?” Crowley flashed that smile at Aziraphale, causing Aziraphale’s stomach to flip-flop. He desperately wanted a bite of something to soothe his insides.

Crowley paid, and Aziraphale’s container of goodies was passed over.

“Would you like to get a table?” Crowley asked as their drinks were handed over. “I’ll bring our sandwiches.”

“Alright.” Aziraphale agreed.

Aziraphale looked to the seating area outside and thought it was too lovely a day not to sit outside. Aziraphale then exited the doors and found a secluded table near the end. He sat in a chair, putting his stuff down and opening his container, debating which delicacy to eat first. It was such a hard decision.

Crowley had come to the table, putting the plates of paninis down.

“Here you are.” Crowley smiled before sitting down.

“Oh, these look delicious.” Aziraphale’s stomach was stirring again.

He could put the pastries aside for now, desiring the delicious sandwich with cheese melting down from it. Aziraphale eagerly took a bite and savoured the taste. Crowley took a bite of their sandwich, nodding approvingly as well.

“Delicious,” Aziraphale stated, taking another bite.

Crowley put their sandwich down to sip their lemonade, staring out at the gardens. “It is a very lovely day,” Crowley stated as Aziraphale continued consuming the delicious sandwich. Aziraphale was savouring every taste. Crowley was still looking away, sipping at his lemonade. “I haven’t had such a nice day in…” They trailed off.

Aziraphale put down his sandwich as Crowley turned back to face him.

“My! You’ve almost finished half your sandwich already.” Crowley chuckled lightly.

“Sorry.” Aziraphale wiped his mouth with a napkin, looking down and feeling embarrassed. “I was much hungrier than I expected.”

“Oh, it’s no bother. Eat as much as you like. I don’t mind.” Crowley waved their hand.

“Really?” Aziraphale had always tried very hard to restrain himself when eating in front of others.

“I want you to enjoy yourself, angel. I promise I won’t judge.”

Aziraphale smiled, warmed by Crowley’s words and continued to finish his sandwich. Crowley did so as well. When Aziraphale was done, he wiped his mouth and took a gracious sip of the lemonade.

“Was it good then?” Crowley asked about Aziraphale’s sandwich.

“Oh, yes. Delicious.” Aziraphale looked at his open box of goodies, tempted but hesitant.

“The baked goods certainly looked delightful, didn’t they?” Crowley leaned over to peer into the box.

“You’re going to eat your scone, right?” Aziraphale gestured.

“Oh, yes. Don’t worry.” Crowley assured him.

“Maybe I’ll try one for myself.” Aziraphale picked up a glazed raspberry and white chocolate scone. It looked to die for. He bit into it and savoured the treat. It was delectable. It was a crumbly thing, however, and fell onto his shirt.

“Oh, dear. I’ve made a mess.” Aziraphale blushed and started brushing off the crumbs from his shirt. “Embarrassing myself.”

“Not at all,” Crowley assured. “You shouldn’t worry so much, angel. I promise you, I don’t judge.”

Aziraphale looked back to Crowley, who was lounging casually into the chair. The sun was resting on their face, glinting over their sunglasses. Aziraphale was caught up in their features, in the waves of their hair.

“You know, Crowley, you look quite beautiful.” Aziraphale suddenly found himself saying.

A slow smirk grew on Crowley’s face. “Why, thank you. And so do you.”

Aziraphale ducked at that. “Oh, I’m not. You're just saying that to be nice.”

“Trust me, angel.” Crowley leaned forward. “I’m not one bit nice. And what I say is true.”

Aziraphale’s heart picked up at Crowley’s words, feeling very flustered indeed.

“I find you very attractive. Why else do you think I’d be going out on a date with you?” Crowley stated.

Aziraphale realized Crowley had a point. “Right.” He looked down to fiddle with his napkin.

“What is it, Aziraphale?” Crowley pried, leaning back a bit.

“Nothing.” Aziraphale shook his head. “Just, this all is so new for me. Bit nervous, I’m afraid.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be. Enjoy the lovely day, the delicious lemonade.” Crowley picked up their glass. “And forget about the whole date thing.”

Aziraphale smiled weakly but picked up his glass. He let his eyes wander over Crowley again as Crowley turned their head away to stare at some of the people at the table close to them.

Aziraphale wrung his hands nervously. He knew he had to ask the question sooner or later, or else it’d get embarrassing.

“Crowley.” He got their attention. “There is something I wanted to ask you. But I don’t want to be rude.”

“Go on, be rude. I don’t mind.” Crowley smirked at Aziraphale.

“Well, I’m not exactly sure how to put this lightly.” Aziraphale wrung his hands some more, shifting in his chair. “It’s just… at your concert…”

“My concert. Angel, you make me sound like a classical musician. It was a gig.”

“Right.” Aziraphale felt flustered with Crowley’s interruption. “Well, at your gig, you wore a skirt. But then, on our first date, you looked very masculine. And sometimes, at work, you look very feminine. But it’s hard to tell with the uniform being so androgynous. I’m sorry.” He looked down. “I’m making a fool of myself.”

“Aziraphale.” Crowley’s voice was soft and gentle. When Aziraphale looked up, he found Crowley had pushed their sunglasses up, and their amber eyes were soft. “I appreciate you asking.” Crowley smiled and leaned back. “The thing is, I don’t really care about the whole gender thing. I just kind of go with whatever feels comfortable at the time. You can refer to me however you like. I don’t care.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale was glad to have that cleared up. “Of course. Thank you for telling me.” He folded his hands politely. “Oh, I prefer he/him,” Aziraphale added as an after thought. “In case you were wondering.”

Crowley smiled widely. “Good to know.” Crowley then traced their finger along the table. “Would you like to go on one more jaunt around the garden? Then we could call it a day?”

“Oh, that sounds nice.”

Aziraphale closed his box of goodies, excited to eat them later. He and Crowley rose, Crowley leading the way. They wandered on a new path through some hedges and towards a great tree, where a bench was sitting underneath.

“Oh, what a lovely spot,” Aziraphale remarked, coming over to sit down and stare at the tree. He placed his container beside him.

Crowley had walked up to the tree and was staring up at it. Aziraphale pulled his jacket more open, feeling hot again. Crowley turned around and smiled at Aziraphale. Crowley then slowly approached, sitting down beside him. Aziraphale let go of his jacket, letting his hands fall awkwardly to his thighs.

“This has been a lovely day, Aziraphale.” Crowley’s hand was suddenly covering Aziraphale’s.

Aziraphale stiffened, his heart racing. He wasn’t sure what to do. Crowley was touching him. He didn’t want to be rude and pull away, but his hand was getting sweaty, making him more nervous. He looked up to Crowley, suddenly realizing how close they were sitting.

“Crowley, there’s something I need to tell you.” Aziraphale slowly pulled his hand away.

“What is it? I didn’t do something wrong, did I?” Crowley asked in a concerned tone.

“I…I think I’m asexual.” Aziraphale got out in a raised tone.

“You think?” Crowley looked confused. “Isn’t that something you know?” They asked gently.

Aziraphale shook his head, cursing his phrasing. “Sorry, I’ve never told someone before. It’s just… I’ve never dated because I’ve been too nervous. Because I’ve only ever been friends with people. Because I like being on my own. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize for who you are, Aziraphale. Thank you for telling me. I just hope I haven’t pressured you into anything.”

“No, not at all.” Aziraphale wrung his hands together, looking down. “I was being truthful last time in saying I wanted to go on a date. It had been nice, as has this date. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Aziraphale, honestly, you don’t need to apologize. You told me when you felt ready.”

Aziraphale was still wringing his hands, looking away.

“Just friends, then?” Crowley prompted.

Aziraphale looked back up, caught in Crowley’s beauty. “I do find myself attracted to you. I’ve grown this terrible crush.” He blushed, looking away. “I haven’t had a proper crush in years.”

“Oh, I’m honoured then.” Crowley was smiling wide when Aziraphale looked back.

“I don’t know if I could just be friends.” Aziraphale wrung his hands some more. “But I also don’t know how I’d feel about further progression.” He blushed.

“Ah, I understand. Well, sex is overrated anyway.”

Aziraphale must have been bright red by then.

“And honestly, I could go without.”

“But you said you couldn’t imagine being single for any length of time.” Aziraphale looked back to Crowley.

“Oh, that’s just because I’m a complete sucker for romance. Especially the wooing part. Love making people blush.” Crowley was certainly succeeding in that with their wicked smirk. “What ever you want, Aziraphale, I’m down for.”

Aziraphale thought it over. “Well, there is this theatre show I’m interested in seeing.”

“Oh?” Crowley looked intrigued.

“Perhaps you’d like to go together.”

“I would indeed.”