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The midday sun hammers the asphalt outside Just Rite, the heat making the air shimmer above Bumblebee’s tires as dust settles around them. Yang kills the engine with a twist of her wrist and swings her leg over the seat, the heavy clink of her prosthetic leg striking the ground echoing in the quiet. The bell above the diner door jingles softly as she steps into the cool, dim interior, a welcome relief from the swelter outside. She strides to the counter, orders a water, and lets her lilac eyes sweep the room—then they lock. A few stools away sits you. A slow, genuine grin spreads across her face as she saunters over, her golden hair catching the dull fluorescent light. "you...?" she says, her voice warm with surprise. "Aren’t you a little far from home, pal?" She laughs, low and eas…