My Man

feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. She put on a simp

t think about the previous night's events. She had ne

ecting to see Max standing there with a smile and a bouquet of flowers. Bu

" he asked, looking at her

ke. "No, this is apartment 3A," she rep

assed. "Oh, sorry about that!

uld always use a good snack. As she closed the door and looked at the

ent, anger, and confusion. She couldn't understand why Max woul

ery guy and decided to eat it while watching a movie

k about Max and what had happened. She wonder

ng him, no phone number, no social media handle, nothing. All she knew was

intment and frustration. She had been so sure that there wa

had vanished into thin air, leaving her with n

he was better off without someone who would stand her up like that. But s

onths. She heard nothing from Max, and she bega

erself scouring social media, searching for any mention of his name or a glimpse of his face. She che

h day searching for Max, neglecting her work, her friends, and her family. Her apartme

uldn't stop. She was convinced that she would find Max, t

the club, hoping to find someone who knew Max or had seen him. She asked the

had brought the pizza to her apartment on the night she was supposed

she asked. "I'm the girl wh

h a mixture of confusion and curio

h. "I'm looking for M

he looked around nervously. "I don't know w

d a beat. She wa

n a fancy suit, holding a bouquet, in a black Porsche," he said. "He was parked near your apa

with possibilities.

this new information. "A Porsche? What color?"

g a nice suit, like he was heading to a fancy date or some

x. "Did you see which direction he went in?

y center. I remember thinking it was weird, since he was cle

led out her phone to search for black Porsche owners in the area.

r eye - a wealthy businessman named Maximilian "Max" Thompson,

aximilian "Max" Thompson was not the Max she was looking for. He was a wealthy bu

lues to his whereabouts. She had held onto hope for so long, but

ork and hobbies, rediscovering old passions and finding new ones. She made

bittersweet reminder of what could have been. But she refused to d

ng an indelible mark before disappearing forever. And though she never found Max,

aint little bookstore she had never noticed before. The store's warm lighting

ack of books, causing a loud clatter. Apologetic, she bent down to pic

eyes met those of a stranger - a kind-faced yo

exclaimed in unison, fo

discovered a shared love of literature, but Leo's actual occupation was a surprise - he w

nd a disarming smile. As they talked, she found h

rself opening up to him in ways she never thought possible

eling a connection she hadn't experienced since Max. She cou