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

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. harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up

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. They weren't walking; they were power-sliding

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. It was the city’s harshest food critic

An elderly couple in Booth 4, who usually split a miso soup in silence, were now engaged in a high-speed thumb war, their heads bobbing in perfect, twitchy unison to the manic bassline.