"The Lord loves you. Be His guest in His house. He is calling you..."
Olivia tried to make people take her flyers but it wasn't working - she was to shy for this kind of job. Passengers could barely hear her and mostly ignored her. Spreading God's word on Sunset Strip was almost like talking to a wall.
"God, He is good. He forgives," she said shaking the flyer.
"Please," she added desperately.
Her plea stoped one of those rocker boys. His jeans were riddled with holes and his leather jacket was worn out. His hair was long and greasy - he looked like an animal to Olivia. He had been smoking while walking down the Strip wrapped in his own thoughts but now he stood confused and stared at Olivia.
Olivia slowly offered him the blue flyer and smiled at him:
"God's house is your house?"
It sounded more like a question.
"I think God would kick me out as soon as he found out how much time I can spend under the shower."
Olivia couldn't help but laugh althou she knew she shouldn't.
"God does not discriminate. Or take showers... I think."
This made the the boy laugh and now she couldn't help but watch him laugh, his beautiful smile.
"What about those who have said many ugly angry words about God? Does He descriminate them?"
"Well... God is sometimes angry too. I think he would understand but he would want an apology."
"You know what? I like your preaching. You seem honest and kind. Let me... introuduce myself: I'm Axl."
"I'm Olivia. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too. You know what? Let me buy you a drink."
"I..."
"It doesn't have to be alcoholic."
"I can't, sorry. I have to share all these," she showed him her stack of flyers, "and be home before dark. I'm really sorry."
"Don't worry," Axl said with a smile.
"I have papers of my own to pass around, babe. I could keep you company."
He showed her an even bigger stack of flyers he kept in his jacket. Olivia was now confused: "You are a part of a Church too?"
"No, no, no - I'm part of something with even stronger bonds of fuckin brotherly love. And do you know what that is?"
Olivia shook her head no cringing at the swear word.
"A band... Now come on sweetheart, let's go. We have a lot of work to do."
