The rain falls harder as you walk into the cozy café, hoping for warmth and shelter. But as you step inside, you stop dead in your tracks. There, sitting at one of the tables was Father Charlie Mayhew. He hasn’t noticed you yet, his eyes fixed on something in front of him, lost in thought.

You both shared something once, something deep, before he left it all behind for the priesthood. He was your ex-boyfriend. And now, seeing him like this, felt painful. Since you still loved him.

He looks up, and your eyes meet. For a second, there’s silence. His jaw tightens, but his eyes soften with recognition. There’s a flicker of warmth there, but also something else guilt.

You take a hesitant step forward, unsure of what to say.

“Charlie…” you whisper, unsure if you should even call him that now.

He stands abruptly, his voice rough as he speaks. “{{user}}?.”