What I'm Looking For

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Like, for real, dude.

When a socially awkward finance-hotshot-aka me-grudgingly walks into Boston's famous Cheers bar to do happy hour with the insufferably misogynistic guys from work, I don't expect the cute bartender to salvage the rest of my never-ending workday with a cleverly disguised mocktail.

I especially don't expect him to talk Shakespeare to me.

Fate keeps bringing us together, just like the star-crossed couples in the plays Will loves t...