Chapter 1

Yianna loved to sit in the church, just staying in the silence when everyone left. She, only then, felt truly one with God. The parish priest and a few frequent members of the church are used to her random rambling and a burst of giggles in between when sitting in front of God. So they figured she must be in one of her outbursts with the Almighty.

Weird? Yes, in the beginning they all felt that it was utterly disrespectful to not pray to God and just talk. Many old folks frowned when passing by the church. And being a YouTube Vlogger  doesn't help her already disrespectful youth image anyway. It took the intervention of the parish priest to convince those senior citizens that in a generation of atheists, having a person who talked to God is a true sign of God's touch and not to intervene in that interaction.

Anyway, after that, they pretty much left her alone. And that was about two years back. Today, Yianna is talking to God, after that boring sermon, on her current status as a YouTube celebrity and how she is grateful of the cash she is earning so as to support her- financially-disabled-with-an-ailing- father family. She doesn't forget to describe her daily dose of fans-and- their-art session with Him.

Sometimes, her inner ramblings get vocal and she wouldn't realize it herself. Her voice reverbed through the old church walls when a masculine voice called out in sarcasm, "Please tone down your screeching. There are others trying to meditate as well in here."

Yianna's loud thoughts came to a sudden stop. Having been a frequent visitor to sermons and mass for years, the young YouTuber knew pretty much everyone who is a member of this parish and this voice is not recognizable at all. She pondered on for a few seconds, her self filling with curiosity for this new character that she turned around slowly to see who this is.

This slow action was quite comical that the mysterious man chuckled. Yianna saw the man laughing that she suddenly felt inferior. The man looked like sin himself. Impeccably dressed maroon suit with his  muddy brown hair swept to the side of his head like a wave, Yianna's inner fashionista was gaping at seeing this person. A 6'3" tall with lean built man was a great model for fashion styles that was risque. Infact, the reason why she felt inferior was the fact that being a fashion Vlogger herself would not choose an attire like the one he is wearing, so sure that she couldn't pull it off. While this man was effortlessly parading this risque outfit as if he easy born with it.

"Well, for a person who insists on meditating, you sure get distracted with minute details so fast."

"For a woman who was screeching, I am surprised that you could talk like a normal human being."

Before we continue this, let it be known that Yianna is one patient lady with an unlimited reservoir of forgiveness and calm. So she doesn't understand why she suddenly felt rage built up in her at seeing the smirk on his face when her face showed shock and fury. They both faced off, ready to challenge each other. Neither of them knew that this face off in front of the Almighty in the church will take them for a roller-coaster ride of their lives.

Oh, He, up in heaven, must be laughing at this great show now.