Good Omens, Amusement Park, crushes
Aziraphale loved love. Over the centuries, he watched millions of people fall in love, and it proved to never get boring. They met, exchanged glances and smiles, talked and danced, then held hands and married. Raised children. Grew old together. The two things they all had in common were having their hearts full and having them broken, both at least once in a lifetime. Aziraphale saw it all. Everyone who has walked on this earth since the beginning of time wanted to love and be loved, in whatever way they saw fit.
It was a particularly sunny day, that Sunday. Warmth tickled the skin, and everyone, big and small, wore shorts and dresses and funky T-shirts in cheerful colours, enjoying the weather, their freedom, and each other. The amusement park they sat in was filled with glee. All the machines were on, not given a minute of break. The waiting lines to the most popular attractions meandered —no impatience in sight —filled with relaxed parents, enthusiastic children, and chattering friends. Others moved in between, pacing from one place to another or standing in little groups, popcorn and cotton candy in hand.
But in that lovely picture, one thing stood out. A teenage girl, on the younger side, alone and fidgeting in place; her eyes wandering, she wiped her sweaty palms on the yellow shorts.
“She’s waiting for a date,” said Aziraphale captivated.
“Who does what?” asked Crowley. He was another thing standing against the lovely picture of the scene, covered in black and frowning at the sun and joy. But that was too usual for Aziraphale to count it as one of the abnormalities. That was just Crowley being Crowley.
“Look at that girl. I wonder who might she be waiting for.”
“Probably that guy.”
Aziraphale looked in the direction Crowley gestured in with a slight nod. There, a teenager around the girl’s age showed up, a single rose in hand. The kids’ eyes met, and the girl gave him a faint smile, relieved. He smiled at her, too.
“Isn’t that wonderful?” Aziraphale’s heart grew.
“What’s so wonderful about it?” Crowley, as always, was unimpressed. He hid his eyes under his hat.
“Young love, naturally!”
Crowley didn’t reply, but, barely ever so, peered out from under his hat and looked at the two. They really did seem happy. His gaze moved to Aziraphale. He was, too – with dreamy sparks glowing in his eyes as he observed the kids. He’s such an angel, thought Crowley.
Only after a moment, much longer than it needed to be, he finally looked away and hid back under his hat.