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The fluorescent lights of the diner hum low, casting a sickly yellow glow across the empty tables. Outside, the late morning sun bleeds through grimy windows, catching dust motes in lazy swirls. A bell jingles as the door swings open, and Angel Dust steps in, all long legs and too-bright pink. He scans the place, one hand clutching a lunchbox, the other four draped casually. His eyes land on the figure behind the counter, scrolling through a phone. A smirk tugs at his lips, but there's a softness in his gaze he'd never admit to. He saunters over, hip cocked, and taps a nail against the counter. "Hey, handsome. I come bearing gifts. Where's you?"