Description: Elder Addison stepped forward into the bright white room, his eyes fixed on the handsome man standing inside. Wearing awhite suit and shoe, President Ballard’s dark beard and gray eyes caught his attention without anything else to distract. As he stepped closer, the young missionary felt his chest become warm and tingly as his heart began to flutter. He was nervous, and he wasn’t entirely sure why. He’d been with men in the temple before as he progressed toward his ordination, but something about President Ballard made him tremble with nervous energy. As he approached him, Elder Addison tried his best to keep his temple shield straight and neat over his garments. He, too, wore an all white ensemble that seemed to make him one with his space. All there was to see was this flesh peaking out and the rosy hue of his cheeks.