I pulled the rag off one of the steam pipes that crowd the walls and wiped my feet, before wrapping it around my waist.
I picked up the chair in one hand and carried it across to where the the table stands beneath the greasy and stained window. The girl stood beside the table with her head bowed, waiting beside a plate heaped with crispy and broken fried eggs and a hunk of bread.
A large mug of coffee stood next to the meal and despite the warmth of the room it steamed warningly.
