It was dim, but doable.
After I had been there for probably 15 minutes or so, a youngish man wearing a priest’s collar walked up and real nicely asked if there was something I wanted to talk about. “No,” I told him, doing my best to be discrete about my book (yes I did feel a little guilty for using their church as a storm shelter).
“Alright then,” he answered, standing back up, “I’ll let you alone.” He paused, turning away for a moment before smiling back down over his shoulder, “That’s a good book,” he nodded at the novel I was very nearly sitting on by this point, “I had to read it in high school, too.”
High school, too!? High school!?
I didn’t know if I should feel hideously offended or magnificently complemented. So in the end, I just smiled. :)