The neon sign for "Gill’s Galley" flickered in time with the frantic, high-pitched beat of a night that had gone completely off the rails.
Leo finally kicked the tuna crate aside and lunged for the "Stop" button, but he paused. He looked at the room: the energy was electric, the fish was fresh, and everyone was accidentally having the fastest, best night of their lives. harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up
They weren't walking; they were power-sliding. Drinks were being refilled before the ice had even settled. The neon sign for "Gill’s Galley" flickered in
She started tapping her foot. Then her hand. Then she was drumming on the mahogany table with her chopsticks. the fish was fresh