The cat was now out of the bag. I had to move fast. I knew she was super holy, so I figured she’d go to Daily Mass tomorrow. That was my only chance.

Fast forward to the next day. I made it to Daily Mass, and could you believe my luck? Natalie was there too. I carefully planned every thought, word, and action as heaven unfolded around us—but I was far too distracted.

Mass ended, and we were both making our exit.

"Hey Natalie, do you want a ride home?" My heart was fluttering.

"Sure, that’d be great!"

Step 1 complete: get her in your car.

We made small talk until we turned onto E Northwood Ave. Now came Step 2.

"So, would you like to go on a date with me this Sunday? I’m thinking we could grab brunch after Mass if you want."

"Oh my gosh, yes!"

In shock, I blurted: "Really?!?!?"

For future reference: do not say Really?!?!? once you have what you want.

She replied nervously, "Should I not?"

"No, no, haha. I don’t know what I expected. I’ll see you Sunday."

"Great, see you Sunday."

That night, I’m pretty sure we both went to bed with butterflies in our stomachs.

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