It was full of people inside when I opened the door. Suddenly I felt very warm and my glasses were soon covered with water vapor. I couldn’t see anything. So I took off my glasses and walked straight to the storeroom to hang my coat.

 

It is a very small room at the end of the bar. A lot of staff stored in here, and also it is a space for people hang their bags, clothes or change their shoes before they go to work. I noticed a chair was standing in the middle of the room when I put my glasses on. A red coat was lying on the chair, and around it was full of empty carton boxes and a garbage bin.

 

That the chair can talk, I heard some noise from somewhere in my head. ‘Why put the chair in here?’ I never see people sit in the storeroom. Because it is too small, and also full of mix staff. All the chairs stay in the bar, only one chair is put in the kitchen, but it is not often in use. Sometimes people use telephone in this storeroom because of the outside noise, but just for a moment. It must be a long call or chat in here I thought. Just as if I go to a bar, I could take my coat off and put it on the seat back, then take a seat to chat with others, it is a usual thing in here. But who took a long time to sit in here? The bar is always busy.

 

All the night everyone seemed as usual. They kept working with a good mood. Either singing in the kitchen or playing the crossword puzzle game on the magazine if it was not busy. Everyone likes this game very much. I only know a little bit, sometimes people translate the questions for me, then we think about the answer together, it is a good rest.

 

The time passed so fast, people slowly left the bar. Later I walked into the storeroom again to take my coat and just met a colleague who was moving the chair. She seemed a little bit embarrassed when she saw me. So we didn’t talk about anything. Actually, she is always happy, especially in the last months. Everyone knows she has a very good new boy friend. But now I felt there must be something wrong.

 

In the end we both sat at the empty bar and had a glass of beer.

 

‘I just separated from my boy friend,’ she said.

 

‘But actually you don’t want to, he must matter a lot to you,’ I said.

 

‘Yes, I want him. How do you know this?’ she asked.

 

Then I told her what I saw this night.