They talked until the lamps above the bar changed from brass glow to moonlight silver. At midnight, the owner brought a plate with a single pastry on it—his gesture, private and indulgent. Dylan returned then, loud and apologetic, the interloper with a story about a taxi meter gone mad. He sat between them and, for the first time, the table’s balance shifted.
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