Crowley had never believed in... well, in much of anything, to be honest. Certainly not in anything so woolly as destiny. Or any other force, cosmic or divine or otherwise, that could bring people together because their lives were meant to intersect.

And yet here he was, walking past the same bookshop for the third time this week.

AU. Sequel to 'Flowers for Anthony'. Crowley can't quite let it go, even though he doesn't really understand what 'it' is.