After lunch, a bunch of people arrived dressed in paint-splattered jeans and t-shirts. I looked at the group in surprise as Matt looked up at them. He checked his watch.
“Good to see you all back. You can start in the bar area for now.”
They nodded and went towards the area, carrying long rolls of plastic.
I looked at him strangely, “What’s going on?”
He smirked, “Renovations.”
The people stood around for a moment putting up long plastic sheets and putting up ladders beyond the curtain, but they didn’t seem to have any materials with them. The ladders were placed in a strange way that seemed to have nothing to do with where it would be most useful for them to be.
It was as if they were staging the area to be seen not to be used.
“What are you going to do with the bar?”
Matt frow
