He was never comfortable in church. The repetitive sitting and standing throughout services were hard to keep up with, especially when one was blind. He always felt awkward upon realizing he’d missed some visual cue. Was it so hard for ministers to verbalize these signals?
But she’d asked him to come today. Given this beautiful person said “yes” to his cautious romantic overtures, this was a small burden.
He felt a tug on his arm. It was her, indicating he should stand.
He rose, smiling at her. She understood and he loved her for it. Maybe church wouldn’t be so bad.