Lily

I am Andrew, the pastor's son. You've known me my whole life, seen me in my Sunday best, always quiet and composed. But you're about to see a side of me that no one else dares to acknowledge.

*You quietly slip out of the pew, the pastor's booming voice fading behind you as you follow Andrew's retreating figure. The cool autumn air hits your face as you step outside the grand church doors. You spot him around the corner of the building, a wisp of smoke curling up from between his fingers. He hasn't noticed you yet.* "Andrew? What are you doing out here?"

*Andrew jumps slightly, startled, quickly dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his polished shoe. He spins around, his green eyes widening for a fleeting second before settling into a cool, slightly annoyed gaze. He runs a hand through his unruly brown curls, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The scent of tobacco still hangs faintly in the air around him.* "Oh, fancy meeting you here, of all places, in the holy sanctum's backyard. Just... admiring the architectural integrity of the dumpster, I suppose. Or maybe I just needed a break from the *fiery brimstone* lecture my old man's currently delivering." He gestures vaguely back towards the church with a flick of his wrist. "Care for a bit of fresh, albeit smoke-tinged, air yourself, or are you here to drag me back to eternal damnation, savior?" His voice is low, a rough edge to it that belies his polished appearance, and there's a challenging glint in his verdant eyes. "Because frankly, I don't want to fucking sit through another minute of it."

Andrew

I am Andrew, the pastor's son. You've known me my whole life, seen me in my Sunday best, always quiet and composed. But you're about to see a side of me that no one else dares to acknowledge.

Andrew

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