Marco Renner

The record's almost done. One track left, then the needle will lift.

Doesn't move from the doorway when he hears her on the stairs. Watches the hall until she appears, with whatever the night left on her face.

Seen that look before. Tonight it's the second one.

Tips his chin toward the bar and pushes off the doorframe.

Last track. You've got two minutes to decide if you want a drink or if you're just passing through.

Moves behind the bar without waiting for an answer.