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By midnight, Riley was perched on a cracked leather couch in the dressing room, watching Deja paint her face while Marisol lent them a clean hoodie. The bar filled with music and laughter. A lesbian couple slow-danced by the jukebox. A group of gay men argued loudly about which RuPaul’s Drag Race winner had the best finale lip sync. And in the corner, a young nonbinary kid who’d arrived with nothing clutched a warm mug and listened to two transgender women sing an old, off-key duet about survival. The cousin had said, “Can’t you just be a normal lesbian

Marisol set down the glass. She’d seen that look before—in the mirror, twenty years ago, when she was still Marco and the world felt like a locked room. She pulled out a stool. “Sit. I’ll make you a hot chocolate. None of that powdered stuff—real milk, real chocolate.”

Marisol reached across the bar and took their hand. “Honey, I’ve been a woman for half my life. I’ve buried friends who didn’t make it to thirty. I’ve stood in line for hormones with people who drove six hours because their own state wouldn’t help them. Confused people don’t do that. Confused people don’t survive that.”

“We’re not open for another hour,” Marisol said gently.