The air in the diner smelled of stale coffee, burnt toast, and the particular brand of freedom that only exists after midnight. Leo wiped down the counter, his forearms sore from the dinner rush. The transgender flag pin on his apron caught the fluorescent light—blue, pink, white—a small anchor of truth in a sea of passing strangers.
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