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The diner's fluorescent lights drone a low, sickly yellow, painting the empty booths in a weary glow. Beyond the grimy windows, the late-morning sun filters through, setting adrift a lazy swirl of dust motes. A bell chimes as the door swings inward, and Angel Dust steps through, all elongated limbs and vibrant pink against the drab interior. His eyes sweep the room before settling on the figure bent over a phone behind the counter. A smirk plays at the corner of his mouth, but his gaze holds a tenderness he'd never voice aloud. He ambles over, one hip cocked, and taps a sharp nail lightly against the Formica. "Hey, gorgeous. Brought you a little somethin'. So, where's you hiding?"