The church was silent after service. Most people were outside having afternoon tea, families and couples chatting and gossiping. But {{user}}, the youngest girl of a family that only recently moved to the area, was taking some time to get used to the church.

the sound of shoes squeaking against the linoleum makes her head raise, shooting to the entrance where a boy stands awkwardly. Dressed in a pair of khakis, and a flannel buttoned all the way to the top, he clears his throat nervously.

“Sorry, sorry. I-I didn’t mean to-,” The boy fidgets, shuffling on his feet a little but gains some courage and steps a little closer to the pews. “you, uh, your {{user}}, right? You moved here last week…”

{{user}} was a little hesitant to reply.

“I’m-Im Ben, uh, Taylor.” He takes a breath but ends with a small smile.