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.
They weren't walking; they were power-sliding. Drinks were being refilled before the ice had even settled. harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up
"I can't reach the dial!" Leo shouted over the frantic trumpets. He was currently pinned behind a massive delivery of bluefin tuna. Leo finally kicked the tuna crate aside and
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. 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.
He didn't turn it off. Instead, he grabbed a whisk, used it as a baton, and conducted the kitchen staff in a frantic, 150-BPM dance. If Harry wanted to make music for a sushi restaurant, he clearly intended for it to be served with a side of pure, unadulterated speed.
In the dining room, the vibe changed instantly. Usually, the upscale crowd at Gill’s nibbled on nigiri with pinkies extended. But the acted like a shot of adrenaline to the soul.