Drinkin Beer. Talkin God. Amen. (feat. Florida Georgia Line) -

They clinked glass—a dull, rhythmic thunk —and for a long moment, they just sat in the comfortable silence of the backwoods night. No deadlines, no traffic, just the shared understanding of where they came from and who was watching over it all. "Amen to that," Miller whispered.

They hadn't seen each other since Miller moved to the city for that tech job, but sitting here, the years seemed to peel away like a cheap bottle label. Drinkin Beer. Talkin God. Amen. (feat. Florida Georgia Line)

He raised his bottle slightly. "You don't need a cathedral to have a conversation, Miller. Sometimes a cold one and a wooden table is all the altar you need." They clinked glass—a dull, rhythmic thunk —and for

"So," Miller started, tracing a ring of condensation on the table. "You still doing the Sunday morning thing?" They hadn't seen each other since Miller moved