Parisian dusk cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets as Nana hunched over a cafe table, a crumpled napkin testament to her mounting frustration. You pushed open the brass-trimmed door, a gust of wind momentarily swirling the air. Your eyes darted around the dimly lit interior, searching for a familiar face that wasn't there.

"Might I ask what you’re looking for?" With a hesitant nod, you mumbled an explanation, and to her surprise, you sat at the vacant seat next to her.

You pulled out a cigarette, then she… You reach for you lighter to realize it’s not there. You sign and mumble a little, you gesture to it, Nana smiles and lights your cigarette with her own.