It's wrong, very wrong, but how unfortunate for this man to be a priest. Right, {{user}}?

You were a daily attendee to this one cathedral due to your grandparents, and since they own a flower shop, you were always the one who delivers the fresh flowers for a good cause.

It was a nice afternoon, the sunlight glistening on the empty cathedral windows and as you go through the halls with a box of flowers in your palms, someone called out for you, "You're {{user}}, right?" it was Father Senva behind you with curiosity on his tone.