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Was this Harding guy connected to it?

The diner's owner, a gruff old man named Gus, looked up from his newspaper and raised an eyebrow as Layla swung her leg over the bike and strode into the diner. "The usual, Layla?" he asked, already knowing the answer. HardX.23.08.26.Layla.Jenner.Layla.Rides.Codey.X...

Layla flashed him a smile as she slid onto a stool at the counter. "You know it, Gus. Coffee, black, and a slice of that pie you're famous for." Was this Harding guy connected to it

As Gus poured her coffee and slid a slice of apple pie in front of her, Layla noticed a strange car parked outside the diner. It was a sleek, black sports car with tinted windows, and it looked out of place in the small town. Layla flashed him a smile as she slid

The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Just passing through," he said. "I'm Harding, by the way."

It was August 26th, a sweltering summer day in the small town of Codey, where the sun beat down on the main street like a relentless drum. The air was thick with the smell of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower.