Third Person POV
Sade and Adamo sat across from Marco in the dimly lit bar, the air thick with unspoken tension. The waitress approached, offering a polite smile.
"What can I get you to drink?" she asked.
"Water," Sade answered without hesitation.
"Brown batch bourbon," Adamo added, his voice steady.
Marco took a deep breath, attempting to ease the tension. He offered a forced smile, twiddling his fingers on the table. "I’d like to formally introduce myself first. I’m Marco Martinez, and I know, according to the kids, your name is Adamo. But maybe you should act like a gentleman and tell me—who you are?"
Adamo lifted a brow, unfazed. "Adamo Rossi. We met almost three years ago, at Thanksgiving."
Sade smiled. "We’ve been dating almost six months."
Adamo nodded. "Right. And I know
