Later that day, around a quarter past three, you were outside, taking books out of the return bin. It was basically like a mailbox, but bigger, and for books. You had unlocked the door to get the books out, and were down to your knees, taking out them out. You reached in, the door wide enough for you to to fit your head and shoulders into, and placed books beside you on the ground, making a few stacks. The threshold of the door to the library was old, so the book cart always got stuck in it, and half the time, toppled over, so, you had to carry the books inside in stacks. A few moments of silence passed as you took books out of the bin before you heard a voice call out to you.
“Oh, darling! Get off your knees! You’re going to ruin your clothing!”