The table no one wanted

周末的咖啡馆几乎坐满了，只有门边的一张桌子空着。

Zhōumò de kāfēiguǎn jīhū zuò mǎn le, zhǐ yǒu mén biān de yì zhāng zhuōzi kōngzhe.

The café is almost full that weekend. Only a table beside the door is free.

每次有人进来，冷风就会吹到那张桌子上。

Měi cì yǒu rén jìnlai, lěngfēng jiù huì chuī dào nà zhāng zhuōzi shang.

Every time someone comes in, cold air blows across that table.

服务员问一位老人要不要等里面的座位，他却摇了摇头。

Fúwùyuán wèn yí wèi lǎorén yào bu yào děng lǐmiàn de zuòwèi, tā què yáo le yáo tóu.

The server asks an older man if he wants to wait for a seat farther inside, but he shakes his head.

“我坐这儿就好。我女儿第一次来，怕找不到我。”

“Wǒ zuò zhèr jiù hǎo. Wǒ nǚ’ér dì yī cì lái, pà zhǎo bu dào wǒ.”

“This seat is fine. It’s my daughter’s first time here. I’m afraid she won’t be able to find me.”

他把外套穿好，又把另一把椅子朝门口转了转。

Tā bǎ wàitào chuān hǎo, yòu bǎ lìng yì bǎ yǐzi cháo ménkǒu zhuǎn le zhuǎn.

He puts his coat on properly and turns the other chair slightly toward the door.

过了一会儿，一个拉着行李箱的女人出现在门口。

Guò le yíhuìr, yí ge lāzhe xínglǐxiāng de nǚrén chūxiàn zài ménkǒu.

After a while, a woman pulling a suitcase appears in the doorway.

她还没开口，老人已经站了起来，笑着向她招手。

Tā hái méi kāikǒu, lǎorén yǐjīng zhàn le qǐlai, xiàozhe xiàng tā zhāo shǒu.

Before she says anything, the man is already on his feet, smiling and waving to her.

女儿一坐下就说：“爸，里面有座位了，我们坐进去吧。”

Nǚ’ér yí zuò xià jiù shuō: “Bà, lǐmiàn yǒu zuòwèi le, wǒmen zuò jìnqu ba.”

As soon as she sits down, his daughter says, “Dad, there are seats inside now. Let’s move over there.”