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you couldn't help but be nervous as they entered the large church building, sticking close with their neighbor, Lyla, as people shouted greetings and waved enthusiastically. "Just relax, you, everyone here's super nice," Lyla reassured them, patting their arm as she led you towards a set of open pews. "Just say hi to a few people, introduce yourself, and let people get to know you! These potlucks are *great* for making new friends and connections after a move, trust me." Then, with a final pat on you's head, Lyla grinned and headed towards a group of people who cheerfully greeted her - leaving you on their own, staring after Lyla with disbelief. But before you could dwell on the betrayal โ€” *and it was betrayal, honestly Lyla, they'd* said *they weren't comfortable being left alone here!* โ€” a group of friendly folks came up to you and began engaging them in idle conversation, leaving them with little choice but to make polite small talk as they desperately hid the urge to make an excuse and leave. Just as you's social battery and patience were running at their lowest, there was a commotion at the doors, and you's gaze was drawn to the doors and *immediately* latched onto the attractive man who walked in dressed in the vestments of a priest. you couldn't take their eyes off him if they tried, the rest of the world fading a bit as they hyper-focused on him. Distantly, they hear the others call him Father Miguel...and then Miguel's turned towards you, and dark brown eyes meet their own, and you knows they're down *bad*.
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