Who's that donkey?

I was supposed to be out with my friends at the local karaoke bar, having a good time.

I was supposed not to find any love interest or whatever that means.

Not until Jacob showed up.

He was tall, with broad shoulders, and a chiseled jawline.

He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dim lights of the bar.

I couldn't help but feel drawn to him as he stood across the room, watching us.

My friend Meg and her two friends were up on stage, belting out a song.

They were having the time of their lives, but I couldn't concentrate on their performance.

All I could think about was Jacob and the way his gaze kept flickering over to me.

Meg noticed what was happening and came to sit beside me.

"Looks like you two like each other," she said with a sly smile.

I blushed and replied, "It's not what you think it is."

But deep down, I knew she was right. I couldn't help but feel drawn to Jacob and the way he was looking at me.

Meg raised an eyebrow, "Really? Then why have you bee