Megan’s chaotic gala planning took an unexpected turn when she matched with a witty “MysteriousMovieGuy” on a dating app. Weeks of banter led to an invite to meet at the gala, but he declined, citing work. Little did she know, their worlds were about to collide most surprisingly.
Megan leaned back in her chair, pressing her fingers to her temples as the noise in the study room grew louder.
It was supposed to be a “think tank” session for the upcoming charity gala, but it had spiraled into chaos.
Papers were scattered across the table, coffee cups were dangerously close to spilling, and her friends were more interested in debating snack options than solving the real problem.
“Can we focus, please?” Megan groaned, her tone edged with frustration.
“The gala is in three weeks, and we still don’t have a keynote speaker. You know, the person who’s supposed to inspire the audience?”
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Sarah, sitting cross-legged in her chair, tapped her pen thoughtfully.
“What about that guy who wrote the book on workplace dynamics? He’s local and pretty well-known.”
Megan wrinkled her nose. “Too dry. We need someone engaging, someone who won’t put the audience to sleep.”
From the corner of the room, Liam snorted.
“Engaging, like you? Miss Overachiever herself?” He leaned back with a smug grin, clearly enjoying her irritation.
Megan shot him a withering look but didn’t respond. Instead, she reached for her phone, desperate for a distraction.
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A buzz on her screen caught her attention—a notification from the dating app she’d reluctantly joined a few weeks ago.
New match! Hello, you seem interesting. Tell me about the worst movie you’ve ever seen?
Megan’s lips twitched into a faint smile. She typed back without hesitation:
“Easy. That one where the dog talks like a frat boy. And you?”
The reply came almost instantly:
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“The one about the volcano and the cloud. Who thought that was a good idea?”
She chuckled, the tension in her shoulders easing as she read the response.
The conversation flowed effortlessly from there, pulling her into a world far removed from the chaos of the study room.
“What’s so funny?” Sarah asked, leaning over to peek at Megan’s phone.
“Nothing,” Megan said quickly, locking the screen and shoving the phone into her bag.
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But as the group continued their debate, Megan found her thoughts drifting back to the witty stranger on her screen.
For the first time that day, she felt herself relax, the weight of the gala temporarily forgotten.
Megan sat cross-legged on her couch, her laptop open but ignored as she scrolled through her messages with “MysteriousMovieGuy.”
Over the past few weeks, their chats had become her favorite part of the day.
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She’d found herself looking forward to his clever responses, hilarious take on bad movies, and the surprising depth he showed when talking about life.
She typed a quick message: “Pineapple on pizza is still a crime against humanity.”
The reply came seconds later. “Agreed. But we can all agree that garlic bread is sacred, right?”
Megan grinned, leaning her head back against the cushions. It was strange how easy it was to talk to him.
They’d swapped embarrassing childhood stories, debated their dream travel destinations (he wanted to hike the Andes; she dreamed of seeing the Northern Lights), and even created a ridiculous running joke about opening a “bad movie appreciation club.”
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Yet, despite all the banter and laughs, they hadn’t met in person. Megan didn’t mind at first—it felt like a fun escape from reality.
But now? Now, she wanted to meet him and see if their connection held up in the real world.
Picking up her phone, she typed out a bold message:
“Want to meet tonight? I’ll be at this fancy event, so it could be a fun surprise!”
She hit send before she could overthink it, her heart racing.
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The minutes ticked by. She checked her phone, refreshing the chat, her stomach twisting in nervous anticipation.
Finally, her phone buzzed. She opened the app to see his reply:
“I’d love to, but I can’t. I have a work obligation. Rain check?”
Megan sighed, the disappointment settling over her like a blanket. She stared at the screen, her mind racing with questions.
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What kind of “work obligation” did he have? Was he making an excuse?
Pushing those thoughts aside, she typed back:
“Of course. Good luck with work!”
Setting her phone down, Megan let out a long breath. Tonight would be busy enough with the gala.
Still, a small part of her wished he could’ve been there, even just to see if he was as wonderful in person as he was behind the screen.
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The College Ballroom buzzed with energy, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses.
Megan moved gracefully between tables, her clipboard in hand, ensuring everything ran like clockwork.
The soft glow of the chandeliers cast a golden sheen over the crowd, reflecting off her sequined dress.
Despite the glamour and success of the evening, a faint disappointment lingered in the back of her mind.
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“Megan!” Sarah called from across the room. “The dessert table’s running low. Should we bring out the backups?”
“Go ahead,” Megan replied, offering a distracted smile. She glanced at her watch, wondering when the keynote speech would begin.
Near the bar, Liam leaned casually against the counter, sipping his drink like he had no care in the world. Megan made a beeline for him, her heels clicking on the polished floor.
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“Where’s the keynote speaker?” she asked, exasperation creeping into her voice.
Liam gave her one of his trademark smirks. “He’s here. Relax, you’ll love him.”
“Liam—” she started, but the emcee’s voice interrupted her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our keynote speaker, Chris!”
Megan turned toward the stage as polite applause filled the room. Her eyes widened as Chris stepped into the spotlight.
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He was tall, with a confident stride that exuded charisma. His sharp suit fit perfectly, and his easy smile was enough to disarm even the most skeptical guest.
Her breath hitched. There was something about the way he carried himself, his natural charm.
She didn’t recognize his voice but found herself captivated as he spoke. His humor was effortless, his anecdotes sharp and relatable.
The audience laughed and nodded along, hanging on his every word.
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Megan’s heart raced, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint why.
There was something eerily familiar about him—his mannerisms, playful wit, and the way he used just the right amount of self-deprecation.
When Chris wrapped up his speech, the crowd was on its feet, applauding enthusiastically. Megan clapped along, her mind swirling with questions.
“See?” Liam said, nudging her arm. “Told you he was good.”
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Megan barely heard him. She was too busy trying to shake the strange feeling in her chest. Who was this guy, and why did he seem so… familiar?
The hum of conversation filled the air as the gala afterparty hit its stride.
Guests lingered around the ballroom, their laughter and chatter blending with the soft clink of glasses.
Megan, still buzzing from the night’s success, scanned the room. Her eyes landed on Chris, casually leaning against the bar, a half-empty glass in his hand.
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“Okay, Megan,” she muttered, gathering her courage. “Time to stop overthinking.”
Her heels clicked softly as she approached him. He didn’t notice her until she was just a few feet away.
“Great speech,” she said, offering a confident smile.
Chris turned, surprised, his expression quickly shifting to warm amusement. “Thanks,” he replied. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
“I’m Megan,” she said, extending her hand.
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“Chris,” he replied, shaking it firmly. His grip was steady, his demeanor calm, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
“So,” Megan began, her tone light, “what’s a keynote speaker like you doing standing here all alone?”
Chris chuckled, gesturing to his phone.
“Actually, I’m not alone. I’m talking to someone.”
Megan’s curiosity got the better of her as her gaze drifted to his screen.
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Her heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of the familiar text exchange. The last message read:
“Rain check?”
She froze, her breath catching.
“Wait… are you ‘MysteriousMovieGuy’?”
Chris’s eyes widened, realization dawning as he stared at her. “And you’re… MovieBuff123?”
For a moment, they both stood there, stunned. Then Megan let out a laugh, equal parts disbelief and amusement.
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“You’re the guy I’ve been texting?” she said, her voice rising slightly.
“And you didn’t think to mention you were a keynote speaker?”
Chris grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Didn’t exactly come up. And you didn’t mention you were the gala organizer.”
Megan folded her arms, a playful smirk on her lips.
“Touché.”
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They laughed, the tension between them easing into something warmer.
“So,” Chris said, setting his drink on the bar and leaning slightly closer, “what now? Still want that rain check?”
Megan tilted her head, pretending to consider. “How about dinner instead? You owe me for dodging me earlier.”
“Fair enough,” he said, his grin widening.
Megan’s mind buzzed with questions and possibilities as they left the bar. But for the first time that night, she wasn’t overthinking.
She was just… excited.
She realized that sometimes, the best surprises aren’t planned. Sometimes, life connects the dots in its own unexpected, beautiful way.
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My Sister Asked Me to Babysit Her Daughter, but Hours before She Returned, I Realized the Child Was Missing – Story of the Day
Every man reaches a moment when he wants to settle down and have a loving family. But not Henry—he was convinced he would stay single forever, believing it was the better life for him. However, a day with his nine-year-old niece makes him realize the true reason behind his choices.
The morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, and I woke up to the sensation of something warm and wet on my face.
It was a dog—not mine—a small, fluffy creature with wide, eager eyes that seemed to say, You’re mine now.
It licked my cheek persistently, wagging its tail with determination. Did it want food? A walk? Who knew?
As I rubbed my eyes, the events of the previous night slowly returned. I turned my head and saw her—a girl I’d met at the club.
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She was asleep, her hair sprawled across the pillow.
This wasn’t my place. If I was here, that meant I’d accomplished what I’d set out for.
And now it was time to do what I always did: gather my things and make a quiet exit.
I slipped out of bed carefully, scanning the room. There were my pants, crumpled on the floor. My shirt hung awkwardly off a chair.
One sock sat beside my shoe, but the other… where was it? My search led me to the dog’s mat.
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There it was, claimed by the little fluffball now wagging its tail with pride.
I crouched down, whispering,
“Hey, buddy, that’s mine.” I reached for the sock, but the dog grabbed it with its teeth, growling playfully.
Just as we began our tug-of-war, a groggy voice broke the silence.“Henry? Are you up already?”
I froze. She was awake. Turning, I saw her smiling at me with sleepy eyes.
“Uh, yeah,” I stammered, “I’ve got work. Running late for a meeting.”She frowned.
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“But it’s Saturday…”
“I work weekends sometimes. Important stuff, you know.”
Her smile faded, replaced by a curious tilt of her head.
“So… will I see you again?”
“Of course,” I lied smoothly. “I’ll call you.”Her brow furrowed.
“You’ll call me? Did I even give you my number?”
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Uh-oh. Panic swirled in my chest.
“I thought you did. Didn’t you?”
“And how did you save my name?” she pressed.
Caught, I stammered, “By your name, obviously.”
Her gaze sharpened.
“And what’s my name?”
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I swallowed hard. Two options: admit the truth or …
“Nancy?” I guessed weakly.
Her face darkened instantly.
“Get out of here! I knew it! You’re just like the rest—ugh!”
Slippers flew in my direction as I grabbed my jacket and shoes, dodging her fury all the way out the door.
Sitting in my car, I leaned back and sighed. The rearview mirror reflected a face that looked satisfied, smug even.
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This was my life: no strings, no responsibilities, just freedom. Who needed the hassle of a family? Not me.
While others tied themselves down, I lived for the thrill—parties, work, and the kind of independence most people only dreamed about.
A loud ringtone interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and blinked. Riley? My sister hardly ever called. I hesitated before answering.
“Hello, Riley?”
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“Henry,” she said, her voice tight, “I need to talk to you. Got a minute?”
I frowned. “Sure. What’s going on?”
“Come over as soon as you can. I can’t explain over the phone. When can you get here?”
“Fifteen minutes. Is everything okay?”
“Just come. I’ll explain.”
I stared at the phone for a moment, then started the car. Whatever this was, it had to be serious.
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Twenty minutes later, I pulled into her driveway and barely made it to the door before it swung open.
Riley stood there, arms crossed, her expression a mix of annoyance and urgency.
“You’re late!”
“By five minutes,” I retorted, stepping inside.
“Relax, Riley. You don’t have to be such a pain in the…”
“Don’t swear,” she hissed. “My daughter’s nearby.”
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I followed her gaze and saw Mira, her nine-year-old, curled up on the couch with an encyclopedia.
Her tiny face was scrunched up in concentration, her finger tracing the lines of text like a mini scholar.
“As expected, you’re my last option,” Riley said with a sigh. “I need you to watch Mira today.”
“Me? Are you serious?” I asked, glancing nervously at Mira, who hadn’t looked up from her book.
“I wouldn’t ask if I had another choice,” she said, exasperated.
“I have a business dinner tonight. Either I go and close this deal, or I cancel because I can’t leave her alone. Can you help me or not?”
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“Fine,” I muttered. “If it’s that important.”
“Great. Food’s in the kitchen. I left money in case you need to order something, but keep it healthy. No greasy junk. And she’s not allowed outside. Got it?”
“Got it.”
With a quick goodbye, Riley was out the door, leaving me and Mira alone. I looked at her. She looked at me.
Neither of us said a word. Let the longest day of my life begin.
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The day dragged on like an endless loop of boredom.
Mira sat on the couch, clutching her encyclopedia, and occasionally glanced at me with a look that made me feel like a failing science experiment.
Her small face was calm, but her raised eyebrows screamed judgment.
I cleared my throat.
“So, uh, you like reading?” I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
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“Yes, I do. Mom says books are knowledge, and I want to know a lot,” she said, her voice cool and sharp, like a character straight out of a movie about child prodigies.
I nodded. “Cool, cool… What’s your favorite subject in school?”
Mira sighed, looking at me as if I’d just asked the world’s most boring question.
“That’s such an unoriginal question, but I’ll answer anyway. I like biology because it has lots of animals, and I love learning about them.”
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“Cool,” I mumbled, unsure what else to say. Conversations with kids were harder than I thought.
After a moment, she closed her book and tilted her head. “So, are you my uncle?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “You probably don’t remember me, though. We met when you were little.”
“Got it,” she said simply. Then she hit me with a curveball. “Are you married?”
“Uh, no. I’m not married.”
“Why not?” she asked, her curious tone sounding more like an interrogation.
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“I don’t want to get married. I like being on my own,” I said, hoping that would end the conversation.
“No one likes being alone,” she replied, crossing her arms.
“I do,” I insisted, though her words stung more than I cared to admit.
“Maybe you’re scared,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Scared? What would I be scared of?”
“Mom says marriage is a lot of work. She also says you don’t like working. So maybe you’re scared of hard work.”
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I sat up straight.
“She told you that!? Well, just so you know, I’m not scared! Maybe it’s just… not for me. For now.”
“Got it. You’re scared,” Mira concluded, her lips curling into a tiny smirk. “Anyway, I’m hungry.”
“Then eat something,” I said, gesturing toward the kitchen.
“Mom said you’re taking care of me. So take care of me,” she shot back.
“Fine,” I muttered, opening the fridge. It was full of salads, juices, and not a single thing I wanted to eat. I sighed and pulled out my phone.
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“Pizza it is,” I declared.
Minutes later, we were sitting on the couch, devouring slices while watching TV. Mira was quiet for once, her face lit up by the screen.
Before I knew it, my head rested against the back of the couch, and the exhaustion of the day caught up with me. I didn’t even notice when I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up with a jolt, blinking against the light streaming into the room. Something felt off. The house was too quiet. I glanced around, and that’s when it hit me—Mira was nowhere to be seen.
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“Mira!” I called out, my voice echoing through the house. “Mira, where are you?”
No answer.
Panic surged through me. I started tearing through the house, opening doors, peeking under beds, and even checking the closets and cupboards.
Every empty space mocked me. My heart raced faster with each passing second.
I had one job. One simple job. Watch Mira for a day, and I couldn’t even manage that.
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I pulled out my phone, desperate for a clue, and saw a text from Riley:
“On my way home. I’ll be there in an hour. Everything okay?”
I froze for a moment, then typed back: “All good!” It was a lie, but I needed time to fix this.
Running downstairs, I scanned the living room again and noticed something I’d missed earlier: the window.
It was open, and a faint breeze fluttered the curtains. Mira had gone outside.
I crawled through the window and spotted a small shoe lying by the neighbor’s fence. My breath caught.
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Climbing over, I found myself in their backyard, where a tall tree stood with a sturdy wooden treehouse perched near the top.
“Mira!” I yelled, looking up.
“I’m here,” her calm voice replied from above.
I climbed the rickety ladder, my pulse still hammering. At the top, I found Mira sitting cross-legged with another boy.
They were playing with toy figures, completely unbothered.
“Mira! You scared me!” I said, still catching my breath. “Why did you run off like that?”
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“I got bored,” she said, shrugging. “And Sam was here. Sam, say hi to my uncle.”
“Hi, Mira’s uncle,” Sam said, not looking up.
“But your mom said you weren’t allowed outside!”
“She said you were supposed to make sure I didn’t go out,” Mira pointed out, her tone matter-of-fact. “But you were sleeping. Now I know what you’re scared of.”
“Of course I was scared!” I snapped, then softened. “Sorry. But why doesn’t your mom let you play with other kids?”
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“She says I’ll pick up bad habits,” Mira said.
“But I like playing with Sam.”
“There’s nothing wrong with playing with other kids,” I said gently.
“Your mom’s just… protective.”
“And you’re not protective enough,” she quipped with a smirk.
I sighed. “You’re right. From now on, I’ll be more careful.”
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In half an hour, the door creaked open, and Riley stepped into the house, her keys jingling as she set them on the counter. “Mira!? Henry!? Where are you two!?” she called out, her voice bouncing off the walls.
No answer.
The house was dark and eerily silent, with no sign of life. The faint glow of the streetlights seeped through the curtains, casting long shadows that made the empty space feel even more unsettling.
Riley’s heart raced as she scanned the room. “Where are they?” she muttered under her breath, her hands trembling slightly. Her eyes darted to an open window, the curtain flapping lazily in the breeze.
“Oh my god! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted my idiot brother!” she mumbled, panic setting in. She rushed toward the window, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
Suddenly—
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“Surprise!!” Mira and I popped up from outside, shouting in unison.
Riley jumped back, clutching her chest. “God! I thought you were both gone! What’s wrong with you two!?”
We burst out laughing, and Mira nearly doubled over with glee. Riley’s face softened as she watched her daughter giggling, her playful spirit infectious.
“Sorry, sis. You were asking for it,” I teased, grinning. “Don’t worry so much. Nothing could go wrong, you’ve got to trust Mira a lot more.”
“Yeah, Mom!” Mira chimed in, beaming.
Riley sighed, a reluctant smile creeping onto her face. “You two are impossible,” she said, pulling Mira into a hug. “But I guess I’ll let it slide this time.”
As I left, I realized something: sometimes, kids teach you things about yourself you didn’t even know you needed to learn.
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