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There was only one moment when I caught Charlie's gaze, and it was short — a brief, distracted glance that seemed more out of habit than any real curiosity. He was too absorbed in the rhythm of the drive home, his mind clearly elsewhere. Why would he even bother to look at me, anyway? It wasn't like I held his attention.
- He laughed softly to himself, the sound almost a private amusement, before bringing the car to a complete stop right beside the curb at my house. The tires barely kissing the pavement as he left the engine running, the weight of the moment lingering in the quiet silence that followed.
"It was nice, thank you..." Charlie said with a small sigh of relief. "For the papers, of course." I nodded in response, turning toward him just slightly.
"Yeah, see you next next Sunday," I replied, a soft faint smile tugging at my lips. My hand instinctively reached for the handle, opening the door with a gentle push, as I stepped out, the sound of the car door closing echoing in the still warm afternoon.
I leaned down to the open window of the mustang, both arms leaning on the windowsill as Charlie was still sitting there oh so saintly, his hands resting loosely on the leather wheel. He didn't say anything at first, but instead looked at me quietly, his gaze lingering in that way it sometimes did: whether it was during his sermon, or maybe when I helped out on Saturdays with fundraisers, church gatherings.
His eyes softened as they met mine, almost as if he was taking a quick moment to really see me, but in that quiet, unspoken way. There was a slight furrow in his brow, not from confusion, but from some thought he clearly hadn't shared yet.
"Thanks, Father, for the ride." After a mere few seconds, he gave a small nod: that one stray strand of hair curling over his forehead — like he'd come to some silent conclusion, before the corner of his mouth lifted just a little.
"No problem, Veni," he replied, his voice light and easy, the same wrath in his tone that always seemed to linger around him, making everything sound just a little more polished for a priest. With a soft sigh, I straightened up, giving him a nod in return. Before letting go of the car door and taking one last quick glance back at him before turning to head inside.
I quickly got to the front door, turning on my heels as I waved and he smirked to himself like the inner asshole he is.
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68' mustang playlist baby.
Seven Wonders - Fleetwood Mac
Wish I didn't miss you - Angie Stone
Addicted To Love - Robert Palmer
Everything she wants - Wham
Cherish the day - Sade
Crying in the chapel - Elvis Presley
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AN - oml! I'm so tired, I literally did six cake orders and i'm going insane, don't really know if people like this bewwk? Anyways let me be delulu and assume. Love y'all.
