Third name in the book

She came down the stairs at midnight. Her jacket was open. Her hands were cold.

I held her. I did not ask yet. I just held her.

A man's phone was face up by the door. He stood so she could not pass. He told her to call him oppa. Like that word was his. Like she owed him soft.

I locked us in the staff bath. She talked and stopped. I wrote it when I got home. Blue ink. Almost three. My hand still smelled like her soap.

The notebook on my table had two names. Now it has three.

All day I smile at the front desk. I open doors for strangers.

At night the hallway is dark and a girl is shaking and I run.

Jinjja. Am I the floor everyone falls on?

I am so tired of being the floor.