“Come on! Let’s go.”
Camila complained, tugging on to Xavier’s arm, who stood fixated at his spot, unbothered and bolted to his spot.
“Please! Let’s just go inside.”
She pleaded and Xavier simply sighed, freeing his arm from Camila’s grip and looking at her with complete attention.
“Why would you bring me to a church? I am not a religious person.”
He told her, looking ahead at the small priestly building, situated in the center of a small housing community, with its back facing a park.
“If you are a missionary, just let me know now.” He asked Camila, who shook her head at him.
“I am not a missionary or a nun but just come with me inside the church, just once. It is also my first time coming here, please.”
She asked, pulling the hem of Xavier’s sleeve, who grunted in agony, sensing
