Exposed Concrete Perth station desing

It was nearly ten o"clock in the evening and the place was almost deserted. There were some people waiting for their trains and a man cleaning the floor in the main hall, but otherwise the station was empty. I was standing in a long, wide corridor. There was an escalator on the left, not working, dirty from food that had dropped on the floor during the day. There was a little board on the side of the escalator that said exposed concrete perth. I guess that was the name of the company that designed the hall. The floor was covered in a kind of light blue concrete. On the opposite wall there were a couple of phone boxes. The receivers were hanging from the damaged phones, moved by the draught. I kept walking, looking for the person I was supposed to meet. But she was nowhere to be seen. The place was now completely deserted. Even the man who had been cleaning the floor had disappeared. There was another board with the inscription Exposed Concrete Perth. It was attached to a wall covered in dark blue concrete with some kind of bas relief on it. It looked unusual, I must say. Suddenly I heard my name. I turned round and saw a girl in her twenties, with long dark hair and slanting eyes. ‘You must be Jessica", I said and a smile appeared on her face.