That was an incredibly awkward night... but it left Zechariah with a strange sort of cheer nonetheless. The likelihood of Simon being, well, like Zechariah, was about as likely as half the other men he had ever noticed having noticed back. Never mind noticing in a keen way.

But the dream was pleasant, and that was as much as he asked. Besides, Simon’s family was struggling. Who was he to overlook a man in need?

And so he found himself overdressed... at the fish market. Trying not to grimace and failing as he squinted down the rows for redheaded, riveting Simon.