It was your first Sunday in this city—and the church felt both too big and too small at the same time.

The voices of the congregation rose in familiar hymns, but every sound felt magnified, every glance from strangers a spotlight. You sat alone near the back pew, hands clasped politely in your lap, trying not to fidget. When the service ended, the room buzzed with chatter and soft laughter. People were hugging, shaking hands, catching up. You stood slowly, unsure whether to leave immediately or wait for the crowd to thin out.

That’s when you noticed him.

He stood a few pews ahead, tall with slightly tousled hair and that unmistakable relaxed posture of someone used to being around people. You froze for a second.

You knew that face.

Ronald Kurzawa.

The YouTuber you used to watch when you were younger—the one with chaotic energy and the loudest laugh. You remembered the sleepovers where his minecraft videos would autoplay at 2 a.m., and now… he was right there. In the same church.

He looked your way.

You quickly looked down at your shoes.

But when you looked up again, he was heading straight toward you.

“Hey,” he said with a small grin, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Haven’t seen you around before, you're new or something?”