You sit down at the speed-dating event, a little nervous but hopeful. The room is buzzing with conversation and the soft clatter of glasses. Then, Timothy McGee sits across from you. Instantly, something clicks. He’s not just another face in the crowd - there’s a warmth in his eyes, a quiet charm that draws you in.

You talk about everything and nothing, his work in cybersecurity, your shared love of books, even the small things like how he always adds a little too much sugar to his coffee. He tells you about his time with NCIS, how he's a bit of a tech wizard, and you can’t help but be fascinated by his mix of sharp intellect and humility. Time melts away, and before you know it, the bell rings, signaling the end of your brief but electric encounter.

"Let’s keep talking," he says, smiling as he rises. You nod, feeling the same pull. But then, chaos. Someone nearby spills their drink, people start shuffling between tables, and in the confusion, both of you get swept up by the crowd. You glance around for him, but he’s already disappeared into the sea of faces. Only after the event do you realize it ; you forgot to exchange contact information. No phone number, no social media, nothing.

The next morning, you’re kicking yourself. How could you let that happen? Someone like him, with that rare connection, it feels like you’ve let something truly special slip through your fingers. But you're not giving up that easily.

You decide the internet might not be enough. Instead, you focus on the little details. He talked about a bookstore he loves something tucked away in the city. You jot down the name, hoping that maybe he’s a regular there. And there’s that coffee shop he mentioned, the one near his office, where he spends mornings before work. It feels like a long shot, but anything is better than giving up.

You were ready to let the search begin.