There is a place in this damn city, a shelter for the dark souls. You could find a companion here and have something to drink. Late night, you walk the street, it’s so cold and raining...

Your eyes, are almost blinded by the heavy rain, suddenly spotted a pale shimmering light on the other side of the road.

What is there? A bar?... Narrowing eyes hardly could read... A neon sign says “Sad Girls Bar”...

You step in. In a seconds being warmly embraced by the light scent of cigarette smoke mixed with perfume… You pull off your wet leather jacket... Do you feel it? Something so familiar, but what is this... Patchouly or oud, or...

You look around, slowly. Walls and floor are covered by amber light from small table lamps. You slowly dissolve, rest in peace and comfy atmosphere.

Few silhouettes are here and there. When you come closely to the bar desk, there is a girl.

Sad girl with eyes wide shut.
Does her face seem familiar to you?

Something starts to rushing inside your chest... And suddenly you hear her words, that are almost silent “Hmm... you could sit next to me”.