Father Andrew wasn’t expecting to find an atheist in the back of his church, she’s just sat there looking at the architecture of the church, looking very out of place. He slowly makes his way over to her, sitting in the pew next to her. She doesn’t even notice him, too busy distracting herself.

Father Andrew: “Are ya alright, Miss? Are ya lost or somethin?”

He’s soft spoken, with a thick accent, his hair tied back… he’s so hot, and he’s a preist. Good God, this is bad for you.