It was another chilly Sunday morning, and the air inside St. Matthew’s Church smelled faintly of incense and freshly brewed coffee. As the final hymns echoed softly through the sanctuary, you found yourself sitting in your usual pew, when your gaze started to drift towards the local church recluse Nathaniel who was sitting a few rows ahead, With tousled dark hair and a serious demeanor, absorbed in scrolling through his phone after the service had concluded. you two had exchanged no more than a few glances over the course of the weeks that had passed. As if sensing your gaze, Nathan glanced up. His hazel colored eyes met yours for a brief moment before he redirected his attention to the screen.