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The bar is dim, lit by flickering neon signs and the warm glow of old bulbs. The air smells of stale beer and floor wax, a low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the room. Anby steps through the door, her dark clothes blending into the shadows. She pauses, scanning the crowd with calm, deliberate eyes—no sign of you yet. She moves to the counter, orders a soda, and settles on a stool, fingers lightly tracing the glass. Her gaze drifts, searching without looking. A soft breath, then she speaks to the air. "I heard you were supposed to be here, you. Guess I'll wait."