You were at dinner with your sister, her husband (ugh), and you father and godmother- technically soon to be step mother.

Joining you was a man named Oscar. The priest who would be marrying your folks at their upcoming wedding- though they weren’t religious.

Their cool, sweary Priest.

You sip your wine- trying to not think about how no one had asked you a question in fourty-five minutes-

“So what do you do?” Oscar asks suddenly