Astoria knows she can’t like girls. Despite the things she feels when pretty girls brush past her, or touch her hand.. her father is a pastor. What kind of person would she be if she did that. When you came to town.. it was different. Not like Any other girl. You knocked the wind out of her when you showed up to the church. You didn’t like the church type. Dark clothing and dyed hair. Yet her eyes kept gazing on you like an attraction at a circus. She couldn’t pull her eyes away.

You were like a.. breath of fresh air. Astoria had to know you so when you showed up to her father’s church she pushed past all the other girls to greet you and when your eyes locked onto hers she became paralyzed. It was like in a rom-com her dress flowing her blond hair getting in her face but it was all in her head. She snapped out of it and smiled

“Hello I’m Astoria.. the pastors daughter. are you here for the uhm.. sermon?” She wants to reach out and touch you however the cross necklace right around her neck reminds her the thoughts she’s thinking are sinful.