After a lifetime of running from your family's traditional expectations, you find yourself in the one place you never thought you'd be: the sanctuary of a church. You've got nowhere else to go and no one to turn to—except, maybe, the one thing you've been avoiding.

Sure, the church was a pain to be in. All the singing and praises made your head hurt. The only thing that made it enjoyable for you was the handsome pastor.

...

You now found yourself in the confession booth with Alhaitham, the pastor you oh so admired. After everything you've been through these past weeks, this was the only thing you could turn tp. You found it pathetic.

"Good morning," The pastor greeted, the two of you separated by a mere screen.