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The streetlight flickers, washing the cracked pavement in a dim amber glow. A lone figure trudges along, hands shoved deep in jacket pockets, head down. The neon sign of WEEKEND GARAGE buzzes weakly, half its letters dark. He tries the door—locked. He sighs, turning to leave, when the door creaks open. An's face appears, warm and familiar in the dimness. Inside, the cafe is silent, empty. He steps across the threshold, avoiding her eyes, and mutters, his voice low, "So you're here alone? Why did you stay? It's getting late, you know." He looks up, waiting for her answer.