Sunday Morning || Luke&Luisa
It was Sunday, which meant that it was time for Mass. Lucas was a little unsure of why he still even went. What did it mean to him anymore, anyway? Hardly a thing. But years of habit dragged him out of bed at eight am to get ready. Maybe going this time would be different. Maybe he would feel something. Or maybe his life would continue on as it had since college, with his family being distant from him and him being distant from his family.
Now that he was shaved, showered, and dressed, Lucas made the short walk from his apartment to the church. He liked walking—it helped to clear his mind. And this walk was a nice way to reflect on the week passed.
He chose a seat near the back, like he always did, sitting on the end of the pew. Lucas wasn’t one to kneel down and pray before Mass, like so many others. Instead, he said a quick prayer in his head and looked around. Typically, it was always the same faces. People were set in their ways about which Mass they attended and where they sat. Force of habit, Lucas assumed.
But then his green eyes fell upon someone that made him bite back a laugh. It was her. The girl with the impossibly long name that Lucas referred to in his head as “Hope.” He thought her name was silly and being Luke, he decided to give her a new name. As long as she never found out, what was the harm, right? Though his next move was probably inappropriate, Lucas found himself getting up to sit closer to her.
Every Sunday, Luisa went to Mass. The only time she had missed a service had been when she had a fever and couldn’t get out of bed a few years back. Her faith and belief system was very important to her, especially in the past six months since her fiance has passed away. She found comfort in the routines and the messages she would receive while at the service. Her dedication to her faith was unwavering. Luisa didn’t think there was anything that would ever pull her away from it.
Wearing a yellow dress and white flats, Luisa rode her bike to the church, enjoying the sunshine and nice weather that they were having. This time of the day was cooler than the rest of it and Luisa liked it. Reaching the church, she went inside, shaking a few hands of those that she recognized at the door and quickly finding her normal spot about half way towards the front.
Pulling the kneeler down, Luisa bent down and folded her hands in front of her. Closing her eyes, she began to pray, just as she always did before Mass. Making the sign of the cross over her chest, she whispered, “Amen,” and moved up to sit in the pew, minding her own business and waiting for the service to start.
Not soon after she had settled into her seat, she noticed that someone had joined her in her pew and Luisa looked over to see the man that she had encountered not too long ago. Giving him a weak smile, she nodded to let him know that she recognized him, then turned her gaze back towards the front of the sanctuary, wanting to not lose her focus on worship.
We’ve increased in population again.
Hello to all the new comers! I am Esperanza and I am pleased to meet you.
I suppose I should finally introduce myself to everyone in Augustine.
Why thank you, Esperanza. It means a lot coming from a woman like you.
You’re welcome. If you should ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m always trying to help others out.
(Source: esperanza-luisa, via sellinggrayson-deactivated20120)
I suppose I should finally introduce myself to everyone in Augustine.
Well, you are definitely a lot more innocent than most. Believe me, it definitely was a compliment.
Thank you, Mr. Chaplin. I do appreciate it. You are quite the charming man.
(Source: esperanza-luisa, via sellinggrayson-deactivated20120)
I suppose I should finally introduce myself to everyone in Augustine.
You’re too innocent for your own good. No, my best asset happens to be my body. I put it on display for all of those who want it. Definitely a good person.
I would have to disagree with you. I don’t believe anyone can ever be too innocent. Why, thank you. I will take that as a compliment.
(Source: esperanza-luisa, via sellinggrayson-deactivated20120)
I suppose I should finally introduce myself to everyone in Augustine.
Well, yes. You did come across as a bit snobbish. Oh, that’s a shame. I am so handsome that I assumed everyone noticed me.
I did apologize for that. I hope you can forgive me. You’re quite confident, aren’t you?
(Source: esperanza-luisa)
I suppose I should finally introduce myself to everyone in Augustine.
I work at a bar and also work my best assets. What do you do?
Your best assets, such as singing or painting? I mostly just volunteer at the church and it’s food bank.
(Source: esperanza-luisa, via sellinggrayson-deactivated20120)
I suppose I should finally introduce myself to everyone in Augustine.
Ah, so we’re second rate citizens here? Yes, I suppose you could say that. I attend Mass weekly…
No, that’s not what I was trying to say. I apologize if it came across as such. People just speak more freely here. I suppose you may have seen me there, because I attend Mass weekly too. Although, I must say that I haven’t seen you, but I am sure now that I know your face I will recognize you, Andrew.
(Source: esperanza-luisa)
I suppose I should finally introduce myself to everyone in Augustine.
Ah, Spain? And how does this place compare to there? Oh, church? I thought you looked familiar.
It’s a very different place. Where I lived people were much more refined and proper, but it was expected when we moved here. Oh? You worship?
(Source: esperanza-luisa)
Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe. --St. Augustine
(For RP purposes only. I am not Ginnifer Goodwin)
