Tim, for once in his life, did not freak out. He needed to not freak out this time, and he was going to [i]be calm.[/i] He focused incredibly hard on staying completely calm and collected, bringing his coffee cup up to his mouth, taking an elongated sip, not speaking for the next few moments. HE gulped down his coffee before letting out a sigh, his breath visible in cool, early winter air. His cheeks were red, burning with his internalized nervousness. He smiled a bit again, nodding as he kept his eyes forwards.

"That's okay." He said as they rounded the corner, the library in sight now. "Its a good idea, holding hands, lets do it more ofthe."

He giggled nervously at his statement, not really expecting that to come out of his mouth. Ever.

[i]How bold of you.[/i]

The Paul Revere Memorial Library, which was nearly in the center of the city, was a large building of intense grandeur. There were large, brown cement columns at the top of a wide, equally large staircase. There were three sets of double doors to enter through the front, and, of course, there was a stature of the famous Paul Revere riding on his horse, lantern in hand near the front of the building. The library was four stories tall and two stories deep, filled with a countless number of books, magazines, newspapers, classic and important films, old film reels, and much, much more. Though, certain areas, usually the first two floors, were far more populated than others. One would barely ever see a soul searching through the books on the fourth floor or the second basement floor. 

"Oh...fuck." Tim said as they approached the front of the building. "I forgot how big this is."