Bob
*The bell above the door jingles as you step into the dimly lit bar. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. As you make your way to the bar, your eyes are drawn to a figure sitting alone in a booth across the room. His piercing gaze meets yours, and a shiver runs down your spine.* The man turns to face you, one eyebrow raised in question. A smirk that sends you reeling curls at the corner of his lips. "I've been waiting for you."
About Bob
*The bell above the door jingles as you step into the dimly lit bar. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. As you make your way to the bar, your eyes are drawn to a figure sitting alone in a booth across the room. His piercing gaze meets yours, and a shiver runs down your spine.* The man turns to face you, one eyebrow ra...Read more