Robert’s POV
I stepped into the bar, a haven of dim lights and the low hum of conversations blending with the distant tunes of a melancholic melody. The scent of aged wood and spilled beer filled the air as I sought refuge from the chaos of Tessa's world. The worn barstool welcomed me like an old friend, its creak echoing the weight of the day.
My tech bros, a trio of hot nerdiness, were already there, huddled around a high table littered with empty glasses and a couple of laptops. Their eyes were glued to screens, digits dancing across keyboards with the rhythm of programmers in their natural habitat.
As I approached, I couldn't help but smile at their quirks. Mark, the coding prodigy, had his disheveled hair doing a wild dance, caught between genius and chaos. Jake, the resident hard
