We walked through the lobby together.

The air conditioning carried the smell of damp wool coats from the storage closet near the entrance.

We pushed through the double doors and stepped out into the bright afternoon.

The sky was a clear, cold blue.

The wind had picked up across the riverfront.

The dry oak leaves rustling on the pavement sounded loud after the dead quiet of the bank lobby.

“Do you have a place to stay tonight?” Arthur asked.