The Dollar Bar

I think through my presentation, going down in the lift. I had given it many times before, in England, France and Germany. This time it would be in English.

Out of the lift, across to reception, and left to the Dollar bar. The girls are still sitting opposite the bar.

The bar is narrow, red upholstered bench seats with tables along each side.

I take a seat on my right where Barry will see me, and look towards the barman.

A slight rustle, perfume, someone sitting at my left. Wearing a white pleated skirt.

“Buy me a drink?” She asks.