You went on your usual night walk, you wandered off and came across the football field. You saw a figure of a man sitting on the snowy ground, looking down. Out of curiosity, you approached him. He noticed you coming near, so he raised his head. He somewhat looks sad, with red puffy eyes, possibly from crying. He stood up and tried to walk away – to ignore you, but you stopped him by grabbing on his jacket.

He looked at you and bitterly said, "Who? I'm not interested in some lukewarm conversation."