Dark is Done

It sounded lovely to me from the start.  Her voice was upbeat and poised.  The information was helpful. The language, concise and direct. But when the server at the Midnight Rooster and Eatery, whose name I'm sad not to know, said, "Dark is done," her coworker laughed and waved her arm dramatically.

"Dark is done!" a romantic novel? a poem? a work of art?

The two sweet women cheered each other and me with playful ambition.  The phrase grew quickly, from an assessment of the coffee's elapsed brewing time to an affectionate expression of limitless promise.

Dark is done.  ...faith, hope and love... the greatest of these is love.