Hackathon week:
          keyboards clacked,
          slide decks hummed,
          engineers reappeared like seasonal cicadas

          caffeine hitting like religion.

We built fast—
   not by sprinting blind,
   but by walking in sync.

A little plan,
  a little polish,
  a little smart delegation,

  and a *lot* of laughing in between.

Our team?
    No Regrets.

And somehow,
    while others burned midnight oil,

    we made ours count *without* going up in smoke.

Two long nights—
    and still,
    I met you at Irby’s, beer in hand,
    then…
    spilled the day’s bytes across a candlelit bartop,

    hoping you’d see me a little sharper in that light.

You refilled my tank, night after night—
    quiet nods,
    mid-laugh shoulder touches,
    that “I’m proud of you” smile
    tucked between sips and teasing.

By Friday,
   I wasn’t just coding to win.
   I was coding to *stay*.

   Stay in this rhythm.
   Stay in your city.
   Stay worthy of this second home.

Biggest Business Impact.

That’s what the judges called it.

But you?

You were the reason I still had impact left to give
    after all the logic ran dry.

You,
    the variable in every function,
    the return I never saw coming.

Hack smarter, not harder—
     and maybe still land the one

     worth building everything else around.