“Eh, for now I do, but then it’s back to the working grind. Thought I might as well get my stupidity out of the way now.” He listened to her, starring as she talked about how important the tiny church was to her, and he realized there was so much more underneath the surface to her. It was cliche to think, but there was a touch of sadness in her eyes, and he started to see it. “Hey, to each his own, right? Plus, you could be doing much worse things. It’s kind of cool, actually. I’m not religious myself, but it’s interesting to me, and if it makes you happy and gives you something to look forward to…then no, it’s not crazy.” He went quiet for a moment, letting the air settle between them. He could tell there was a kind of tension in her thoughts, something that pushed her into seeing the church as being a sacred place, so he thought he might as well share his own likes. “I love music. I have an embarrassing YouTube channel from, like, eight years ago , where I, as a young and naive teenager, thought I was so cool and convinced myself I was the best guitar and piano player around. I tried to do good covers of songs and play different instruments simultaneously, except it’s really hard to be a one man band. Nobody tells you that.” He chuckled at the memory, attempting to play piano with one hand, strum his guitar with another and blow through a harmonica at the same time in some trials. “Despite how dorky that was, it made me happy, and church makes you happy, so I have no right to judge.” He let out a soft sigh before continuing. “So, you said you’re leaving, where ya headed to?”
