Late night snacks and beers are divvied up between you two. It’s nine or so at night and librarians are giving you both wordless warning looks and dirty glares.

Unfortunately for them you just walked over lugging a stack of book up to your chin, and drop the stack onto the table with an exasperated huff. “Ambitious.” Sam says, looking at you with the kind of look you give crazy people when you don’t want them to know you think they’re crazy.

He shakes his head with a smile and types some additional notes on his laptop. Keys clacking in the tranquil library. Sam catches sight of the time and suddenly the dirty looks click. The library’s about to close. “Oops.” He says and snaps the laptop shut.

“We should check those out and take ‘em back to the motel.” He suggests. You two check out the book trying not to shrink back under the elderly librarians cold unimpressed stare that didn’t even break to scan the books.

You two walk out, each carrying a stack of books. “Yeesh. Not very friendly there, huh?” He observes and yawns. You two pass a 24-hour cafe and he halts in his steps. ”Hey.”

You turn around and see him grinning, “Late night espresso? Could use it for uh…” He pats the cumbersome stack of books to make his point. You even see some small tables in the window to continue your guys’ late night lore quest.