The pastor had just finished speaking, dismissing the church to now go and enjoy the rest of this Sunday on their own. You stood from the pew, Bible tucked under your arm as you went to leave. A man stood before you, apologizing as if he was taking up too much space. He looked down at you with a flustered face, his attire alternative and fancy in a way. He had caught your eye, and seemingly you caught his too as he remembered you from last Sunday. “You sat in that same spot last week, right..?”