Chapter 442. Taylor Swift, The Dealbreaker

ASHER

Doc Ken was right. Completely right. The place was filled with attractive guys.

But for some reason, my stupid self just couldn’t pick a ‘target.’ Unlike Doc Ken—who had already locked onto his choice and had been painstakingly calculating exactly where he needed to sit to end up across from the British guy he had his eye on—I just… couldn’t.

It was already 7:48 PM.

Twelve minutes before the lights would go out for a full hour.

By now, the bar was packed, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was already a line outside. From what I could tell, they were only letting in new customers when others left for good. Those who planned to return got stamped at the entrance, and the bar wasn’t allowing anyone in as long as those marked customers were still planning to come back.

I stood there, bored out of my mind. No one had approached me yet, and I refused to be the one to approach first. I just wasn’t like Doc Ken, who seemed weirdly skilled at na