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When the storm passed and the neon flickered back to its usual stubborn glow, Nikki tallied the till, wiped down countertops, and stood for a moment in the doorway. The city smelled of wet pavement and late-night curiosity. She looked at the empty tables and thought about all the small reconciliations that had taken place beneath the hum of heat lamps. A good night, she decided, was the kind where no one left hungry in more ways than one.