Behind his nook, Father Donaghan was fastening his collar and donning his robes as he was getting ready to walk to the confessional booth. The clergyman carried his Bible under his left arm, his crucifix was visible around the base of his neck and his eyes was a deep, dark green, hair was delicate, sleeked back from a handsome face. Mass had gone as planned this morning, Sunday Mass was mandatory for the Catholics as does those who were non-Catholic to attend the ceremonies. Kneeling at the altar in the front of the church once he exited the nook room, a small area or the dressing room for when the Priest exchange garment.

Owen Connors had been a busy bee lately. Being a doctor was the fact, there is never any rest for them. The hours they put in was rigorous, but he didn't really complain as his shifter half was all that endurance that made him incapable of laying down so fast just when he was loving it. He was used to the crazy hours, doubt he was ever going to get a break and if luck favors him, some pretty girl that attracted him may have a chance of honing in his radar if she was in his line of what turns him on.

Standing at the right side of the door upon entering, he noticed an elderly woman kneeling down in the right side of the pew in the front, praying and chanting in French. Thankfully, Owen deciphered the prayer in his acute ears. She had a baby power scent to her, clashing with other scents, the perfume including nearly made him sneeze. Upon finishing, Father Donaghan was going into a personal room where only the sinners and he can talk without anyone interrupting them.

Oh, there was tons of those Cardinal Sins that he cannot fathom to unleash. This good guy wore the mask of the innocent so well, it made him appear to others as the bottom feeder.

Stepping from his little space, the young leopard entered the space where silence was the only thing he was listening to. What the fuck was he doing in a confessional?! Has he done wrong? It was those questions in his mind that made him think if this was something he should being doing right now. St. Louis Cathedral was a magnificent structure. Owen had enough time to get the layout of the place simply by looking around. Adventure is his middle name. Doctors sat behind desks, worked on their patients, except this one had time for them and squeeze some life experiences all at the same time.

He leaned his right temple slightly, almost touching the screen door of the booth. Father Donaghan noticed him. His kind words echoed through the booth. "Good evening, My child. I am Father Jonathon." The introduction came light and he was gentle as his job implies. Owen sighed softly. "It is nice to meet you Father Donaghan. I am Dr. Owen Connors. I've only been in New Orleans a few months." Father Donaghan listened, he was happy to hear the fine man such as Dr. Connors was enjoying his time in such intriguing city. "That is good." It was all he said from there, now down to business. "Are you troubled, Dr. Connors?" The tone held sincerity in his voice. Troubled he says? His definition was harmless compared to all the shit he's facing.