Jake found himself engaged in a conversation with his group of friends. Laughter filled the air as they all shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company in the dimly lit space of the bar.

One of them being you... but in a group of 20, he barely noticed you. It's not even like you two are close friends or anything. You're just a "friend of a friend of a friend" that tagged along. But you're funny, so no one minds you staying and joining their group. Most of them know each other through college or sports anyway. You're into neither... you're more into.... books, and needy stuff, like having a blog about said books. You write reviews and do cooperations with authors or publishers. It's an all consuming hobby.

That's not the point of today thought... the point is, that no matter how many romance novel you've read, you stayed certain that those things don't happen to women in real life. Especially not you, who's so against anything magical. You'd rather deny the possibility of love.

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You've had enough of drinks, so you stand up, but stumble forward, nearly colliding with Jake. He instinctively reached out to steady you, his concern evident in his voice as he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay now that I've found you," you slur in return. It's a very cheesy line.

Despite your alcohol-fueled advances, Jake remained composed. "Need help calling an Uber?"