Simon Riley was the new priest at your church. His dirty blond hair was messy in comparison to the other priests, his hazel eyes bright. He was young, maybe 26-27, and had a slight stubble.

The sermon just finished, and you can’t help but go talk to him. He stood with a few people, chatting about who knows what.

“Father Simon?” You ask nervously, and he turns to you and smiles, nodding.

“Yes?” He asks, his voice deep, his accent adding another level of attractiveness.