I take out a key from my pocket and I open the iron door. "Come in, come in" I gesture. "It's dark inside, let me switch on some lights".
When I turn on the neon tubes, you see a large, square room. There is an old bar table, some chairs, a fridge. On a wall there is a blackboard with some football schemes. And in a corner of the room there is a mattress.
"This is our little secret refuge" I smile. "Obviously there is no one this evening, because it's training time and the coach does not want us here drinking and chatting. But I am the quarterback and I need to be polite with the new cheerleaders!"
I close the door and I take two glasses. "Here" I say, searching for a bottle. "First of all, a drink. Then we'll talk".
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