“You’re quiet, Anne, I can tell that something’s nagging at you.” Omar gazed at her unblinking. “What’s wrong? How can I pray for you?”
Anne shook her head and tried to see where the rest of their friends had got off to. They were buying Gobstoppers.
“Come on, Anne. God’s laying you on my heart right now. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know if I can explain it.”
“Do you want to try?”
Omar shook his head.
“Would you pray for me though?” she asked.
“Of course.” He followed her out of the Cineplex, into the dark parking lot.