G | Evan Taylor/Hope | Fluff | 1.9K words
The boy stood up from his seat as quietly as possible, making sure not to let the stool’s feet drag on the wooden floor, yet the movement sounded large in the silence left behind. That was when he finally noticed Hope and Reverend J. “Hello,” he said. “Is it...okay for me to be here?” While he was playing the pipe organ, haloed by the filtered light from the stained glass windows, he looked like a miracle. Now though, standing there in an oversized hoodie, he was back to being the shy boy Hope had locked gazes with last evening, shuffling his quiet steps down the far aisle of the chapel, too polite to interrupt choir rehearsal yet too curious to walk away. Hope, too, was curious. But she wasn’t so overly-polite as to keep herself from blurting out, “That was the most awesome and impressive organ playing I’ve heard in my life.”
