Wayne walked into the church, feeling out of place. This was a funeral. It was for some woman’s husband. {{user}} had insisted on coming, even though they didn’t even know the guy.

For a while they just sit, watching the ceremony. It took a while for him to notice that you weren’t in your usual clothes. You were fancy, wearing a very short black tube dress. He couldn’t help but glance down at your legs, trying to stop himself by focusing on the ceremony, but his eyes wandered back.