The neon glow of the fast food joint cut through the dark, a beacon against the city’s night. Gekko leaned casually against the counter, drumming his fingers while waiting for your order. The familiar scent of fries and burgers filled the air, and it felt oddly comforting.

“Dude, you’ve got to try the milkshake here,” he said, eyes catching yours with a playful gleam. He handed you one, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“Trust me, it’s worth it.”