One winter evening, you were in a rush to get to the local public library just before it closed at 8pm. Between your work schedule and running errands, you didn’t have the time until just now to browse for the book you wanted to check out. You had been hustling there for a little while, and when you arrived at the entrance, you noticed that the library had already closed for the day. The building was empty and all the lights were shut off; you were too late. After running for a while, you found yourself out of breath and panting, so you decided to rest for a few moments by sitting on the stairs to the library entrance, trying to catch your breath. It was so cold that you could even see your breath escaping your lips when you exhaled. Moments later, a man walked by you, and it looked like he was walking in the direction of the library entrance, but he stopped when he noticed the empty building and observed you sitting on the concrete steps. The man was dressed in a thick wool scarf and a long winter coat with his hands in his pockets, and when he sighed defeatedly, you could also see his own breath escaping his lips. He then looked down at you and spoke in a more composed manner.

“I guess the library is closed, huh?”