Becca walked into the Wicked Cat, her hair still damp from a shower. Instead of the shambles the bar had been in last night even after she cleaned up, the scene this morning was shockingly normal.
People sat drinking coffee and reading newspapers. One woman in the corner was sipping a latte and working on a script.
Cristián was working the espresso machine. He waved.
Becca couldn’t believe that a fight had happened here last night. Save for a few missing tables and chairs, not a single element was out of place. Even the glass window with the Wicked Cat logo was repaired as if Axel never threw Gilberto through it. Becca and Desmond both spent an hour tarping up the gaping hole after Cyrus went to bed. Relief washed over her at seeing her shop the way it was supposed to be.
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