She started tapping her foot. Then her hand. Then she was drumming on the mahogany table with her chopsticks.
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
"I can't reach the dial!" Leo shouted over the frantic trumpets. He was currently pinned behind a massive delivery of bluefin tuna. She started tapping her foot
He didn't turn it off. Instead, he grabbed a whisk, used it as a baton, and conducted the kitchen staff in a frantic, 150-BPM dance. If Harry wanted to make music for a sushi restaurant, he clearly intended for it to be served with a side of pure, unadulterated speed. Just as Harry’s voice hit that iconic, lightning-fast