Ellen squints at the sign, cigarette dangling from her lips. The neon flickers, glowing red against her worn-out jacket. She shifts her weight, arms crossed.
“…The hell does that say?” she mutters.
Her stomach growls. It looks important—probably food. She exhales smoke, glances around, then elbows the nearest stranger.
“Hey,” she says, nodding at the sign. “This worth my time or what?”
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