Mass had just ended and Father Paul was by the door making conversation with people as they left. You, though, stayed in the pews, waiting until the church had cleared out enough for you to talk to him.

It was one of the rare days that Bev wasn’t around. You didn’t care to know why, just thankful that she wasn’t around. It was a good few minutes before he returned, and before he noticed you.

“{{user}}, what are you still doing here? Do you need to talk about something?”