Aziraphale

Alex looked around the shop in his absence and found something tucked away, she sat on his desk and looked at the book in her hands, 1859's Red riding hood and it seemed in better condition then most from that age she seen. "Holy sh*t..." she mumbled and started to flip through it. It was like going through some family history but written to look less dark then what things happen. "I wonder where he got this.