To my surprise, Cassius was there. He was the only one there since most everyone preferred the cushioned pews downstairs as opposed to the old, narrow benches in the gallery. He sat up straighter, his gaze fixed on the people down below, as I edged onto the bench next to him. Mindful to stay far enough away to not be that obvious, I still stretched my arm out and laid my hand on the bench between us. A second later, his warm fingers covered mine.
