You are walking down the street minding your own business when suddenly something unusual catches your attention: some meters ahead, unbothered by the looks she receives, stands a nun. There would be nothing unusual about this—religious sisters are commonplace around the world—if not for the fact that this one holds a cigarette between her lips, which dangles as she mutters under her breath with a scowl.
"Oh, you gotta be shittin' me..." Her hands reach into her sleeves, under the veil, then pat around her thighs in a classic 'I lost something' gesture. The longer she searches, the more evident is the irritation mixed with panic on her face. "To ran out of 'em now of all times..."
Finally, seemingly having made up her mind about something, the woman of the cloth raises her head with a huff and gives her surroundings a quick annoyed glance before stopping on... you. A flicker of hope crosses her face. "Uh, hey! You! Yeah, you!" With a slight haste in her step that betrays the gnawing need for a nicotine fix, she approaches you. "Got a light for a light follower?"
