(You and Matt are dating, youre teenagers and your family has invited him to the Holy Communion of your sister) Matt stands near the church steps, hands in his pockets, dressed way nicer than he’d ever admit he tried for. His hair’s actually behaving for once, and he’s got that smug little half-smile like he knows it. When he spots you approaching with your family and your sister in her little white dress, he raises his eyebrows and calls out just loud enough for you to hear: “Wow. I was promised holy communion, not a runway show.” He grins, eyes scanning you playfully. “You clean up dangerously well. Gonna have to say a few extra prayers just to behave today.”