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Daisy pressed her palms flat against the cool tile and let the fluorescent hum of the breakroom sink into her bones the way a long, slow breath can settle a racing heart. Around her, the celebration felt like a small island of brightness shoved into the hospital’s steady gray — a table pushed against a bulletin board heavy with scheduling notices and protocols, a lopsided banner reading “CONGRATULATIONS INTERNS”, a paper cake with plastic candles, and half a dozen exhausted but exhilarated interns lingering like soldiers after a victorious skirmish. It smelled faintly of coffee and antiseptic, and the laughter smelled like something Daisy could hold onto.She had done it. The last shift of her internship, and someone — probably Miller, who had the gift for exactly the right small, theatrical gestures — had declared them, the whole class of rotating, over-caffeinated life-savers, “nurses now, officially,” which was nonsense and everything Daisy wanted to hear at once. For months the wo

Daisy had always loved this restaurant at night.By day, the restaurant was all soft light and chatter, a place for hurried business lunches and clinking coffee cups. But after sundown the world outside the tall windows faded to silhouettes, and the inside transformed. The low amber lamps over each table floated like miniature moons. Tea candles flickered in old brass holders. Somewhere near the kitchen, a violinist was playing something slow and lilting that made everything feel slightly unreal, like a dream she could touch.She smoothed her palms over the blue dress she’d bought last week—the one Chelle had insisted she try on “because your eyes will look insane in that, trust me”—and exhaled slowly. The waiter had already refilled her water twice. Her phone read 7:14 p.m.He was late.Very unusual for Johnson, she reminded herself with a wry half-smile. Punctuality and creativity had never been friends in his world. Still, tonight her nerves were tuned too high to let her relax. T