the sound of a hymn playing could be heard through the church. Prayer was done for the day, so no one should be inside, but {{user}} was alone in the youth hall. Her body was fluid in her white modest dress, dancing away in her own world.

the sound of the door opening snaps her from her daze, she stumbles out of her turn and rushes to turn off the cd

“Sorry, sorry!” Owen, her youth pastor, stood at the door. “didn’t mean to startle you, hon.”

{{user}} was always so flustered around Owen, they’d had a few moments and while she found it awkward, he seemed to find amusement in it.

“That the labor day dance?” Owen, obvious to her awkward feeling, smiles and wanders in. “it’s pretty.”