Ah, the first date. A delicate dance of witty banter and shared smiles. InkMan felt a spark with Nora. The conversation flowed, the laughter was genuine. He left feeling optimistic, maybe even a little giddy. Days passed. He waited. He re-read their last texts, searching for clues. Was it something he said? Was it the way he laughed at his own jokes? He checked his phone. Again. And again. The screen remained stubbornly blank. The silence grew louder. His hopes, once so bright, slowly faded into the digital ether. Another promising connection, vanished without a trace. Just a lingering feeling of... what was her name again?