Just a little song

She sings so beautifully. The language that she sings gives an extra exotic-ness to the scene. The bathroom is quiet except for her voice. She keeps singing until she comes out of the cubicle. Then all goes silent. There are only three of us in the bathroom. I didn’t do it. A young girl doesn’t seem the type to sing such an old song. The older woman doesn’t look at anyone when she comes out. She washes her hands and leaves.