A Prayer from a Stalker

While dining for breakfast, we fell into a conversation with a man on the opposite table. He looked quite scholarly and was wearing light sports attire and had a few books and folders with him. He was trying to work out where we were from, and was delighted to learn that we were from across the pond. He asked about our trip and why we were here, and told us that he was a writer and his publishing firm had an office in London. As he gave us our card he mentioned that today was the National Day of Prayer; and that he was there to support the celebrations. I went on full alert then as I sensed that a conversion or two might be on the agenda. Just as we were preparing to leave, he asked us if he would like to say a prayer for us. I asked for nice weather (which we got) and Mum asked for happy memories. The scary thing was that he was staying in the same hotel as us; and even on the same floor; or at least he entered the building and got in the lift with us.