Mr. Mystery hadn't updated his profile for days. Finally, after my relentless pestering, he posted a single update.
The image showed a whimpering, crying puppy, captioned "She still hasn't remembered. What should I do...?"
It baffled me how someone as incredibly captivating as Mr. Mystery could ever be forgotten by anyone. I felt that if I ever had the chance to meet him just once, I would absolutely remember him for the rest of my life.
Today, I was late yet again. With Christmas rapidly approaching, my mother's frantic daily reminders about blind dates had escalated into pure urgency. Last night, I had engaged in a fierce, exhausting verbal battle with her, which ultimately ended in a tense draw.
Melvin stood right outside his office, narrowing his eyes as he waited for me. Guilt-rid
