Chapter 8: Karaoke Confessions
The neon lights of Lucky Star Karaoke Bar blinked in rhythm with the distant hum of traffic. Inside, the dimly lit room buzzed with energy, a mix of off-key singing, clinking glasses, and muffled laughter. Ava leaned against the bar, nursing a soda with one hand while massaging her temple with the other.
"This was a mistake," she muttered, watching her group of matchmaking clients belt out an enthusiastic but painfully off-pitch rendition of "Don’t Stop Believin’."
"You think?" Ryan’s voice came from behind her. He slid onto the stool next to hers, a fresh beer in hand. He wasn’t even trying to hide his amusement.
"I told Mei karaoke wasn’t a good idea," Ava said, scowling at the spectacle before them. Arthur, still in his work clothes, was valiantly trying to hit the high notes while Sarah twirled a tambourine like it was an Olympic event.
"And yet here you are," Ryan said, gesturing to the chaos. "Admit it, you’re having fun."
"Watching my clients butcher classic rock songs is not my idea of fun," Ava said, though the corner of her mouth twitched.
Ryan leaned closer, his grin widening. "Come on, Matchmaker. Loosen up. It’s karaoke night. Where’s your sense of adventure?"
"I left it at home," Ava deadpanned.
Ryan chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. "Well, you’re missing out. Karaoke is all about letting go, being ridiculous, and not caring what people think. You should try it."
Ava arched an eyebrow. "Let me guess you’re one of those guys who takes karaoke way too seriously, aren’t you?"
"Absolutely," Ryan said, his grin turning mischievous. "In fact, I’ve already picked out a song."