“I’m outta here.” Hobie grumbled under his breath. He stands from the pew you two shared and heads for the exit of the church, not caring that the pastor was in the middle of a sermon.

Despite the two of you being polar opposites, one being a punk anarchist and the other being a devout church goer, you and Hobie were great friends, having grown up together. You bite your lower lip as you watch Hobie leave, debating if you should follow him.