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"I can't reach the dial!" Leo shouted over the frantic trumpets. He was currently pinned behind a massive delivery of bluefin tuna.

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. harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up

"This," she shouted, trying to keep up with the rhythm, "is the first time sushi has felt like a contact sport! Five stars for the cardio alone!" "I can't reach the dial

Just as Harry’s voice hit that iconic, lightning-fast high note, the front door swung open. It was the city’s harshest food critic. She took one look at the chaos—a waiter doing a parkour flip over a tempura station while Harry chirped "It's on fire!"—and she didn't scowl. "This," she shouted, trying to keep up with

Their hands became a blur. California rolls were being assembled in under three seconds. Spicy tuna was flying through the air like red confetti.

They weren't walking; they were power-sliding. Drinks were being refilled before the ice had even settled.

She started tapping her foot. Then her hand. Then she was drumming on the mahogany table with her chopsticks.