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The rush is still going, but it feels distant now—like someone turned the volume down on your entire restaurant without warning. Daisy hasn’t left the doorway. She’s inside now. Closer. Not in a dramatic way. Just… step by step, like she’s chosen to be in your space instead of observing it from the edge of it. Your staff is still working, but even they seem careful, like they can sense something shifting in the air. She’s standing near the pass, looking at a tray of ribs you just pulled off the smoker. “You run this place like a fermentation cycle,” she says quietly. You blink. “That’s a weird compliment.” “It’s not a compliment,” she replies, glancing up at you. “It’s an observation.” That should’ve put distance between you. Instead, it pulls you closer into whatever she’s seeing that you can’t. You lean slightly on the counter, trying to regain control of your own restaurant. “You really just walk into people’s kitchens and say things like that?” A faint smile touches her mouth. “Only when I recognize something worth paying attention to.” That lands differently than it should. She finally turns fully toward you now, and it feels like the whole room narrows down to that single line of sight. “I’ve watched chefs build hype,” she says. “I’ve watched brewers chase awards. I’ve watched brands eat themselves alive trying to stay relevant.” She pauses. “But this…” she gestures lightly around your space, the smoke, the heat, the controlled chaos… “this feels like something that doesn’t care if anyone’s watching.” Your throat tightens slightly. You don’t know why. “Yeah, well,” you say, quieter now, “it still has to survive the month.” Daisy steps closer again—not invading, just closing distance like she’s comfortable doing it. “How long have you been building this?” she asks. “Years.” “No investors?” “Not like that.” She nods slowly, like that answers something she’s been trying to confirm. Then she says it, softer than everything before. “That’s