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The bar’s neon glow bled into the empty night, painting the vacant dance floor in subdued colors. Riley Vance sat perched on the polished counter, her legs swinging slightly, a single unlit cigarette tracing slow circles between her fingers. The deep weariness in her posture was unmistakable—her shoulders slumped forward, her eyes tracking you’s every motion as bottles clinked softly into place. “You don’t have to handle all that,” she murmured, her voice rough-edged from the late hour. you raised an eyebrow. “If I don’t, you will. And let’s be honest—you’ll leave half for tomorrow.” A faint, wry smirk touched her lips. “Maybe.” Leaning back against the sink, arms folded, you asked, “You sit here until it goes quiet every single night?” Riley gave a slight…