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Over the next week, Leo fell into a strange rhythm. Days were spent helping Maya at the bar (washing glasses, fixing the jukebox). Nights, he’d find himself at Nina’s for “leftovers,” which turned into wine, which turned into long conversations on her back porch, watching the moonlight paint the tide.

That afternoon, he found himself at the old pier, skipping stones. A shadow fell over him. Chris—his best friend from high school—stood there, arms crossed. Chris hadn’t aged well. Tension lined his jaw. f95 sulbas

“Heard you never left,” he replied, managing a half-smile. Over the next week, Leo fell into a strange rhythm

“Nowhere else to go.”