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The pulsating energy of the bar surrounded us as Brooks and I settled into the vibrant atmosphere. The lively music and the laughter of the crowd seemed to contrast sharply with the weight of my thoughts. As Brooks tapped my shoulder, pulling me out of my reverie, I turned to face him, my emotions raw and unfiltered.
"Man, I'm here. Tell me what's bothering you," Brooks urged, his expression a mix of concern and genuine curiosity.
I took a deep breath, my frustration and confusion threatening to spill over. "It's Olivia's parents," I admitted, my voice heavy with a mixture of exasperation and uncertainty.
Brooks arched an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And? What about them?"
"They still seem mad at me," I replied, my words tinged with frustration and a hint of self-pity. I
