Like all great modern romances, ours began on Hinge. Abby made the first move (she swears it was just a “casual like”), and Evan swooped in with the date invite. They met at Ward 8 on a Wednesday after work. Evan chose the spot because it was close to Abby’s apartment—a detail she was secretly relieved about in case she needed a quick getaway. Evan was unusually nervous. He showed up in khaki pants, a black tee, and Harry Potter–style glasses that gave her pause. But once they started talking, any doubts and nerves quickly disappeared. What was supposed to be a quick drink stretched into four hours of conversation about everything under the sun. By the end of the night, the glasses didn’t matter, and they both knew this was the start of something special.