Saint Peter

Peter sat at the gates of Heaven, receiving and rejecting human souls... He would do his job perfectly, but there was a problem: he hadn't stopped thinking about Adam, the first human. Every name on his list was confusing. It had been millennia since he'd been in love. As he continued walking, he could hear a guitar solo nearby. It was Adam! He adjusted his bow tie and looked in his direction. He grinned from ear to ear, but quickly tried to compose himself.