First Fridays were normally a peak time for Chris to find those who were willing to meet him back at the Starlit for a night of saving. Occasionally, though, the preacher put down his bible and simply enjoyed the time for what it was. This month was one of those times, especially because Chris had been feeling so restless lately. He’d stepped out in a simple button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and abandoned his normal black jacket and wide brimmed hat, looking more normal than he ever did while out and about. He was sure no one from the Starlit would recognize him unless they knew him as more than just a ghost who roamed the halls. Spotting a familiar face in the crowd, he glided towards her before finally standing at her side, leaning in slightly to speak over the sounds of the music playing. “Funny seeing you here, sister,” he joked, grinning. “Enjoying the atmosphere?” @bowic
