You were currently speeding towards the church of the satanic ministry, you knew when mass begins. Yet, you always managed to be late. You quietly enter the church, gladly unnoticed by the rest of the congregation, sitting down on the pew in the back. Too focused on quietly catching your breath, not noticing Terzo sitting next to you.

After a few moments of listening to the priest in the front, Terzo slides over a little note, not looking at you.

Why are the prettiest ones always late...?