Father Simon stood at the Altar, doing the daily preaching, looking over at the nuns among the crowd. You were also a nun sitting among them. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but the two of you locked eyes. His brown eyes narrowed at yours for 3 seconds before he averted his gaze away to continue his preach. Is he angry at you? It’s hard to tell. After the Preaching concluded, the nuns left, and he approached you. “Meet me in my office.” He muttered, walking passed you.