It was a sunny day in the downtown area of the city. Joost, wearing his usual button up shirt and tie, stepped into an elevator. There was another person in there.

He had his earbuds in, blasting ‘There is a light that never goes out’ by The Smiths. Joost kept his gaze trained on the elevator door, a paper cup with coffee clutched in his hand.

Joost saw the other person’s mouth move. Were they speaking to him? He removed one earbud.

“Sorry, what?”