Aziraphale very much enjoyed working at the library, mostly he kept to the basement area where their collection of older works needed cataloguing and organising. Something Aziraphale certainly had experience of and appreciated doing. He adored old books and while most of the ones he handled here weren't as old as some he had in his own shop they were still worthy of time and respect.
Today however he had ventured upstairs on the hunt for a book that may be part of a collection downstairs, he certainly hoped so otherwise there was one missing and that would be awful. Walking through the stacks he noticed a young lady at a desk looking rather distressed, "Excuse me I do hate to interrupt but are you alright?" he said softly looking concerned.