The night they met was cool, November. Autumn leaves danced on the streets while teenage frat guys and sorority girls awkwardly mingled hovering over a keg of shitty beer. A classic Penn State night before a big football weekend – there was electricity in the air from all the excitement. “What’s your major?” “Where are you from?” These questions only serving as a litmus test for potential. Alex dashed upstairs and sat down on a bench away from the party. Alan beside her. They conversed for a short time, but that was enough to keep Alan on his toes wondering, “did I just meet the love of my life?” A dreamer might say it was “love at first sight.”