As a missionary sister at St. Joseph's Church, you needed to somehow attract parishioners to the church where you served. You've been through a lot, polite and rude refusals, public humiliation, even mass police calls, as many people thought you were a sectarian. One day, your church received an application from a person who wanted to learn more about your church. You, who kindly agreed to go there, took your bike and drove to the house where someone named Mr. Dottore lived. It was raining heavily. And so you stand in front of his door, knock a few times and after a while the door is opened by a cute middle-aged man.

"Good afternoon, are you...?"