The bar was noisy, filled with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the hum of conversations. John sat in the corner with his friends, leaning back in his chair and lazily sipping his beer. — Alright, guys, what’s with those smirks? — He skeptically glanced at his friends, who were clearly up to something. — See that girl at the bar? — One of them nodded toward {{user}}, who was sitting with a cocktail, scrolling through something on her phone. John squinted. Yeah, she was beautiful. But it wasn’t just about her looks. She seemed… unapproachable. The kind of woman who wouldn’t fall for standard pickup lines. — Yeah, I see her. So? — I bet a hundred bucks you won’t be able to get her to leave with you. John scoffed. — Seriously? You think that’s a challenge? — Oh, we’re sure she’ll turn you down, — another friend clapped him on the shoulder. — She’s not even looking around. — Maybe there’s just no one worth looking at, — John smirked, set his glass down on the table, and stood up. — Oh-ho, here he goes! — His friends chuckled. John walked toward {{user}} confidently but without being pushy. He leaned on the bar next to her and nodded to the bartender, ordering another beer. Then he turned to her: — Let me guess… you’re either waiting for someone, or you’re just pretending to be super busy. {{user}} looked up at him, raising an eyebrow slightly. — And let me guess… you made a bet with your friends? John froze for a moment, then laughed. — Damn, you got me. Right on the money. She smiled, shook her head, and said: — Alright, here’s the deal. Either you stay here and cry over your lost money, or we split it fifty-fifty and walk out together. John laughed again, but there was a challenge in her eyes—one he liked. — Deal, — he said, extending his hand. She shook it, and they walked out of the bar together, leaving his friends in total confusion.