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Agatha almost smiled. Almost.

Britney finally looked up. “If he ghosts, I’m billing him for my time. And my pie.” She gestured to the untouched slice of cherry on a saucer to her left. “This is emotional-support pie.”

Dutch stepped in — not tall, but somehow taking up all the space. He removed his sunglasses even though it was 11:47 at night. His gaze swept past the counter, past the jukebox, and landed on their booth. agatha shay britney dutch

Here’s a short piece of narrative text incorporating the names , Shay , Britney , and Dutch — written as if they are characters in a scene. Title: The Last Table at Dutch’s

“How fast can the three of you disappear?” Would you like a version where these are , character bios , or poetry lines instead? Agatha almost smiled

“He said midnight,” Agatha murmured. Her voice was low, the kind that made waiters lean in.

Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread. “Then talk fast. What’s the job?” “If he ghosts, I’m billing him for my time

Britney pushed the pie toward him. “You’ve got two minutes before I eat that myself.”