A neon sign hummed softly above the diner booth, casting a flickering magenta hue across the Formica tabletop. Outside, the city was a blur of headlights and slick asphalt, washed clean by a midnight downpour that had finally driven the heat from the streets. Maya traced the rim of her coffee mug, watching a lone drop of condensation track slowly down the ceramic side. Across from her, the jukebox sat dark and silent, but the ambient noise of clinking silverware and low murmurs from the kitchen filled the space with a strange, comforting sort of loneliness.
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