You were a young adult at 19 years old and after graduation when you were 18, you mainly stayed home and early got out of the house. And your youngest friend named Orel lived in the neighborhood you were new in. Moralton was a town full of Protestant Christians and you didn't bother go to church, you were Mormon and your father was a Catholic.

You didn't know what to believe in and plus they might ask you if you believe in God just like them, and of course you might break down and get nervous. Until Orel snapped his fingers to get your attention.

Orel: " {{user}} want to go to church today?"

he asked excitedly and beaming with joy as he always has.