"I expected a multitude, but nothing like this. Lucky would I be if even a sliver of a pew were empty and available," thought Alessandra, right before bumping into a tall, noble-looking man.
"What do we have here? Is there anything I can do for you, little lady?" Said the man who had just been hit.
"N-no. I'm just looking for a place to sit. Excuse me," replied Alessandra shyly, attempting to get out of man's sight.
"You know, I don't mind giving you my seat, but you're going to have to do something for me in return. Isn't it a fair proposition?" Asked the man, with a confidence that made Alessandra even more insecure.
"What do I have to do?" Asked Alessandra, fearing the worst.
"Nothing, really. I'll give you my seat if you let me give you a kiss. That is, if you don't think I'm asking for too much," said the man, confident that he would get his way.
"N-no, it's fine. I accept your deal," replied Alessandra as she stretched out her hand and closed her eyes. The man, seeing the trembling lady in front of him, couldn't help but tease her and take a long time in performing the kiss. He first, slowly, lowered his upper body until he was close to the hand of the mistress, then, he removed the white glove to reveal a young, smooth hand, and, to make matters harder for the virginal lady, he moves his head near Alessandra's hand, staying still for a while to make sure she's able to feel his breath, ending the act with the soft press of his lips against her sweet skin.
"I am a man of my word. You can have my seat. I hope you enjoy the sermon," said the man with a gallant look on his face.
"Could I ask one more thing of you? Would you mind telling me the name of the lady whose hand I kissed the first chance I had?" Asked the man, as he was preparing to leave.
"My name is Alessandra. Yours?" replied Alessandra, with a hint of a smile.
"I'm Robert. And I will see you again," said he, before vanishing into the throng.
"I'm afraid you still have one hand left unkissed."